Cosplay Convention Turns You Into A Cuck
The next morning...
I ask about your encounter. You really don't want to talk about it, but I pry it out of you. You admit that when she got your pants off and saw your cock, she laughed, made fun of you, and left. I "try" to be sympathetic, but I'm clearly amused by it. I ask clarifying questions, making you admit/repeat humiliating details that you'd rather not.
My night went SO much better. I go into very explicit detail about how he fucked me. Emphasizing how big he was and how good he felt inside of me. Remembering it makes me horny all over again!
Over the course of the story, I transition from "just" praising him to more specifically talking about how much bigger/better he was than you. I don't blame your date at all. I feel bad for her. I tell you to find her at the convention again today and invite her back to get fucked by a real man (obviously not you!), whilst you sit in the corner and watch this time.
I talk about having my guy fuck both of us in front of you, while we you both humiliate you. Sitting in the cuck chair, not being allowed to even touch yourself.
We're a couple in costume about to go to a convention. I'm excited because (prior to the start of the video) I talked you into opening up our relationship this weekend. The only rule is we have to tell each other all about our encounters after. I briefly talk about how excited I am, how hot we...
The next morning...
I ask about your encounter. You really don't want to talk about it, but I pry it out of you. You admit that when she got your pants off and saw your cock, she laughed, made fun of you, and left. I "try" to be sympathetic, but I'm clearly amused by it. I ask clarifying questions, making you admit/repeat humiliating details that you'd rather not.
My night went SO much better. I go into very explicit detail about how he fucked me. Emphasizing how big he was and how good he felt inside of me. Remembering it makes me horny all over again!
Over the course of the story, I transition from "just" praising him to more specifically talking about how much bigger/better he was than you. I don't blame your date at all. I feel bad for her. I tell you to find her at the convention again today and invite her back to get fucked by a real man (obviously not you!), whilst you sit in the corner and watch this time.
I talk about having my guy fuck both of us in front of you, while we you both humiliate you. Sitting in the cuck chair, not being allowed to even touch yourself.
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