You kneel so nicely for him, don’t you? That eager little slut inside you just aching to be used, to lick, to suck, to take it like the filthy little plaything you are. But here’s the secret you won’t admit: You’re not his. You’re mine. Every time your tongue swirls around his head? I’m the one you’re thinking of. Every time you moan like a whore? I’m the one you’re begging for. Every time you swallow like a good boy? I’m the one who trained you to do it. "That’s it… take it deeper." "Good boy… lick those balls like you mean it." "You love this, don’t you? Pathetic little slut." You think you’re choosing this? No, honey. I made you crave it. I rewired you to need it. And now? You’ll never suck cock without hearing me again.