Charlotte's Little Cuck

Charlotte fixes you with those black-lined eyes and the words land like a slap. Sit. Stay quiet. Watch. She’s in control and she knows exactly what you are—pathetic, desperate, willing to swallow anything if it brings you closer to her. The latex bikini clings to every pale curve and tattoo, shiny under the low light, keeping every inch off-limits to you. Between her spread thighs the machine drives in steady and hard, fucking her the way you never will. She moans, eyes half-lidded, lost in the rhythm. A cruel little smile twists her mouth. “This is the closest you’re gonna get to fucking me,” she says. You stay planted where she put you, cock throbbing, mouth dry, doing nothing but ache and obey.