Now with my cock dripping long strands to the floor, she’ll tell me how she followed my instructions. How she let you maul those pretty tits until she was bucking against your hips. How she closed her eyes and pictured what I was going to do to her with the cock she’s stroking now, and how the thought of it broke her.
How you, being the selfish little man you are, reached for your cock. Trying to slip inside her while she came. How she stood up, dropped the glove, and told you to enjoy jacking off into it because you would never leave your weak seed in her again. How she stepped over you and told you she was off to serve a real man, with a cock worthy of her attention.
I have to admit, that bit of the story almost had me painting her arm.
Now I’m going to take her to the balcony just outside the bar and hike that little dress. Then I’m going to impale her once, and watch how hard she shatters from all this build up. I hope the couple is still watching when I do.
My guess is you’re in the basement, with a wet glove next to you on the floor. I hope you enjoy that glove for the rest of the weekend, because she won’t be coming home.