Helena Locke: You're Just My Cuck

Helena Locke has you on your knees. She took your old job and handed it to someone else. Now you're the cuck who gets to watch. She stretches across the bed, fishnets gleaming, high heels still on. One heel plants on the mattress, the other swings off the edge. Her fingers slide inside her, slow at first, then harder, knuckles glistening. You lean closer, breathing her in, mouth open but useless. Every time she comes she grinds down harder, hips jerking, thighs shaking. The second time hits faster. She curses, blonde hair wild, fingers never stopping. Third time she locks eyes with you and laughs, wet sounds filling the room. You stay right where she put you, tongue aching, balls tight, while she rides her hand to number four.