The room is thick with anticipation as she takes her seat, her eyes never leaving his throbbing member. "Start," she commands, her voice a velvet whip. He hesitates, then begins to stroke, his movements hesitant, unsure. She tsks, "Faster. Harder." His pace quickens, his grip tightening. She leans in, her breath hot on his neck, "Imagine it's my hand. My pussy. Now, cum for me." He groans, his body convulsing as he spills himself, following her humiliating yet exhilarating instructions to the letter.