You want to know, don’t you? You want to imagine the state of my body while you were lost inside that little mental cage of yours, hard, useless, completely deprived of everything. My pussy was burning, soaked, open to every one of my impulses. I was so wet I could feel every drop sliding down my thighs while you were praying just to hear me breathe. I got lost in my own shivers, in my moans, in the pulse of my body, while your cock throbbed helplessly behind its bars, forgotten, ignored, despised. This clip is a cruel descent into everything you’ll never see, everything you’ll never have, everything I take for myself without even thinking of you. I talk, I describe, I touch myself off camera, I give in completely while you sit there hard for a voice that crushes you, ignores you, and uses you. There’s nothing to see, nothing to earn, nothing to receive, only the sound of your own frustration echoing in your head. This isn’t a game, it’s a sensory punishment, a sweet kind of torment, proof that everything happens without you. And the worst part is, you love it. Because you know perfectly well you still have three long weeks left to suffer in that cage.