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Don’t look away, beta. This is your place—on the outside, stroking to what someone better than you gets to feel.
She’s soaked. She’s wild. She’s on top.
But not of you.
You don’t get to thrust.
You don’t get to taste.
You don’t even get to imagine.
All you have is the sound of her moaning for someone else…
…and the ache in your hand as you edge to it like the voyeur you are.
This isn’t your fantasy anymore.
This is your punishment.
And she’s making sure you feel every second of it