Look at you, under the weight of my ass while your so-called friend does what you could never do—taking my cock down his throat like the eager cocksucker he is. You’re nothing more than a fucking footstool, your face buried deep where it belongs, breathing in the scent of your own humiliation. Every time he moans around my cock, it’s a reminder of your pathetic existence, trapped under me, completely irrelevant. He’s swallowing my cum while you’re left gasping for air, a worthless piece of furniture with no purpose other than to bear the crushing reality of your own insignificance.