His hand somehow suddenly covered my entire body, touching every part. Anyway, that's how it felt.
I know it looks like this.
Yes, I know you're there, slave. Watching. Those eyes perfectly convey pure excitement, fear and joy, making anyone willing to look unable to resist.
I didn't watch. And neither did he.
His eyes, fingers and lips caressed my tense breasts with pleasure. The rose-pink nipples were perfectly enveloped, like exceptionally sensitive treasures, allowing him to devour them to his heart's content. His other hand moved, supporting the fullness of my breasts below, emitting a provocative moan as it continued to explore southward. His fingers spread and slowly moved between my slender waist, until my body opened again; the width of my hips was exceptionally wide.
The round nails tightly grasped my buttocks in a powerful urge, pulling me closer. Then, he suddenly forcefully parted my legs, his hands exploring the moist area that he knew had been aroused. Partly because of his masculine passion, and partly because of his intense focus on the breasts that were firmly clamped by me at that moment; his hot breath, his cruel teeth.
No, we didn't watch you. But we knew you were there. We breathed together, taking shallow breaths filled with desire, feeling the throbbing of every private nerve ending, and experiencing this vibrant part that was filled with musky scent and the aroma of sexual desire.
We were almost completely lost in each other, in our bodies, and in this moment... We would be completely immersed in it until we forgot - but we chose to enjoy the torment of your teasing as part of the erotic foreplay tonight.
Knowing that you were so teased, so excited... yet powerless... was truly thrilling. I, we, and that posture collar forced you to lie on the ground with your limbs spread out, in great pain. You constantly felt that intense desire of yours seeping through the metal bars and dripping onto the floor below.
You know, all you can hope for is more scenes that make your heart race with excitement and leave you in agony, along with the almost overwhelming tide of jealousy. Oh, and there's also a strong sense of shame.
Yes, I know you're jealous, slave. Jealous of the one who is my true love and the one who can touch me, tease me, and dominate me... And he can do all these things whenever he wants. He can take me anywhere at any time, day or night. And he's taking me now. He is a complete alpha male who dominates his woman, making me submit to his will and desires - while you are locked in an abstinence collar and a chastity cage, lying on the ground with your limbs stretched out.
A effeminate, gagged slave dreams of pleasing his mistress by begging to taste the taste of her vagina... from his real man's penis. After he fills me with his semen and sucks him, my real man will remain erect whenever I want him to be, and he will stay that way even after being penetrated by multiple holes. When he is finally ready to receive your lustful and eager mouth, he will still remain hard and be ready for his fourth ejaculation.
But now, all you can do is watch. Shocked, nervous, yet undeniably, there is a deep-seated longing within you. The stark contrast between a true man and a cuckolded effeminate slut is obvious, and only you yourself can truly understand it. He effortlessly toyed with my body; when he caressed my tightened nipples and the wet vaginal area soaked by desire, I couldn't help but let out urgent sobs and wails from my lips. His fingers expertly sucked towards my exposed, erect clitoris, cruelly pinching and playing with it.
He turned me over and then you could see everything. Don't misunderstand, this was no coincidence. He's an expert at playing with women's breasts. But my mistress is the same. You'll see my hot and shining body twisting every time under his gaze, his "girl" opening her bottom every time it slaps, and his shiny penis disappearing every inch between the plump vaginal lips.
With a 69-style deep throat, his tongue precisely inserted into the place you longed for but could never achieve. My eyes met yours. His penis also precisely inserted into the place you longed to be allowed to enter - if it wasn't just a big effeminate little clitoris but was connected to a real man. My eyes taunted you, I moaned, 'Dad's' penis deeply inserted into my throat, swallowing his glans, feeling the initial spasm of his climax surge, and then, thick and hot liquid gushed down my throat.
I knew he would recover from his actions before I could regain my composure, crushing his face. You were almost blinded by jealousy. When I finally emerged from the daze after the climax, I would witness him using you naturally... merely treating you as a lecherous trinket of a real man.