Property of Cherie DeVille Part 2

She owns you. Owns that cock. You lie back and watch Cherie DeVille work her body like she knows exactly how weak it makes you. She strokes, slaps, teases, and you take it because that is what you are for. She edges you hard, stops cold when you start to buck, laughs when you whimper. Somewhere behind her the other woman moans into a gag while Cherie rides a thick strap-on in and out of her, never losing eye contact with you. Every time the dildo slams home the cuckold’s chair creaks and Cherie smiles like she can feel his shame. She lifts the crop, brings it down across your shaft—once, twice, sharp and clean—then grips you tight, thumb pressed under the head, and stops you again. "Not yet," she says, and you stay right where she left you: throbbing, leaking, owned.