To break and rebuild an inadequate male is one thing. But making it permanently clear that denial is devotion? That takes precision – sharp, strategic pinpricks, delivered at just the right moments.
If you've been following our story, you’ll remember… I could only give my ex handjobs at first, because his sheer size left me with no other choice. The very first time my tiny hand freed his massive shaft from the pants, my jaw didn’t just drop, I nearly forgot how to breathe. Apart from the suddenly setting in escape instincts, of course. 😂
And now? I kneel just like I did back then – head back, mouth wide open – except this time, it’s in front of a pee-shy caged clitty. 🫣🤭
Tongue out, greedy for confirmation... the perfect cumslut pose… but for a load he’ll never, ever get to spill.🖕
His shaky hands holding the camera, capturing the exact image I need burned into his brain.🧠 🔥Because this was the pose – the exact position – how I once knelt for a man who deserves to be called that.
My goodness, I remember that moment like it was yesterday... the first rope hitting my soft skin, the second landing between my parted lips before I could even react surprised. And just when I thought it was over? The third blindsided me. I could only laugh – at least the asshole had the manners to hand me a tissue but my hair was ruined anyway.😩
And as my poor pet took the picture, I look up at him – still kneeling in position – and repeated every last filthy detail. Every shudder, every twitch and how I would even swallow the salty mess to make my ex happy.🙊
Because now, every time my boyfriend sees that photo, he won’t just see me kneeling. He’ll see the face of his beloved woman dripping with another man’s DNA.
And he’ll know, deep down, that’s all he’ll ever be good for is watching and wishing! 🫠
With a little bit of luck... it'll haunt him forever.😈
