Milking the Pathetic, Leaking Mess

In a dimly lit room, the commanding Cuckoldressizzy seizes control, her eyes locked onto the pitiful man kneeling before her. She wraps her firm hand around his flaccid member, feeling the limp flesh in her palm. With a sneer, she begins to stroke, her grip tight and unyielding. The man whimpers, but she pays him no mind, her focus singular. She milks him, her hand moving in a steady rhythm, coaxing out every drop of his pathetic essence. He tries to harden, but she scoffs, "Is this the best you can do?" His failure to perform only spurs her on, her hand moving faster, her grip tighter, until he's left gasping and drained.

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