Torture you

"Tell your boyfriend every detail about riding a much bigger cock." He said to Amy as she bounce up and down on him. "He's watching. He wants to know and I want to hear you say it."

The humiliation was a physical force, a pressure in your chest that made it hard to breathe. Jessica's strokes on your cock became faster, harder, her thumb swiping over the tip to smear the pre-cum that was now freely leaking from you.

Amy's eyes, heavy-lidded with lust, found yours again. A cruel, triumphant smile touched her lips. "He's... so much bigger," she gasped, her voice ragged as she continued to ride him. "He's... filling me up. Stretching me so... good. Oh god, babe... you never... you never filled me like this."

Each word was a whip, lashing at your soul. She was rewriting your history, replacing your memories of shared intimacy with this new, brutal reality.

"He's so deep," she moaned, her hands splayed on Jacob's chest for leverage. "I can feel him... in my stomach. His cock is hitting places... places I didn't even know I had. It's so much... so much better."

Jacob laughed, a dark, triumphant sound. He bucked his hips up to meet her downward thrust, driving himself even deeper into her. She cried out, a sharp, high-pitched sound of pure ecstasy.

"Look at him, Amy," Jacob commanded, his eyes burning into you. "Look at your little boyfriend. Look at him stroking his pathetic little dick with your wet panties while a real man fucks you. Tell him what you want. Tell him what you need."

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