Paid Scenes Total Humiliation of a Cuckold

She's not yours anymore.
She never really was.
Look closely, cuckold.
Her white hair is scattered across her black skin.
Her lips, the ones you once kissed, are now stretched to their limits around his thick, throbbing cockhead.
She chokes, tears stream down her cheeks, her glasses fog up—but she doesn't stop. Because this is what she lives for now.
You're sitting below.
You will always be below.
Her hand on your head isn't a caress, but a reminder: "Watch and be quiet."
His hand on her thigh is a mark of ownership.
Your cage has been leaking for a long time, but you won't be allowed to cum. Never.
Your role is that of a witness. A pathetic, trembling, useless witness to her true orgasm.
She moans his name.
Not yours.
Never yours again. Every gulp, every thrust, every time she arches and begs for more—it's a knife in your ego.
She cums from his size.
She cums from your humiliation.
She cums from the fact that you see and can't do anything about it.
This isn't sex.
This is the execution of your masculinity.
Slow.
Public.
Inescapable.
Welcome to the Total Humiliation of a Cuckold.