**Jared’s Instructions**

I knelt beside the bed, naked, my cock already hard and leaking just from watching her get ready. She had her vibrator in hand, the pink silicone humming softly as she teased it over her tight black panties, her dark eyes locked on me with that smirk I knew too well.

“You know the rules,” she purred, pressing the vibrator harder against her clit through the fabric. A little moan slipped from her lips, making my dick twitch. “You don’t touch. You don’t cum. You just *watch*.”

I nodded, swallowing hard. My hands were shaking—I wanted to reach for my cock so bad, but I knew better. She’d punish me. And as much as I hated it, I *needed* it.

She rolled onto her back, spreading her legs so I could see the damp spot forming on her panties where the vibrator was working. “F-fuck,” she gasped, arching her hips up. “God, this thing feels so good… bet you wish it was your tongue, huh?”

I did. More than anything. But I stayed still, just like she told me.

Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her thighs with agonizing slowness. She was already soaked, her pussy swollen and glistening under the light. My mouth watered.

The vibrator traced her slit, making her shudder. “Look at that,” she breathed, parting her lips with two fingers. “All mine. And you don’t get to touch.”

I whimpered.

She laughed—that cruel, beautiful sound—and pressed the vibrator right against her clit. Her back arched off the bed, her tits bouncing as she fucked herself with it, rocking her hips in little circles. “Oh, fuck—oh my god—” Her moans were getting louder, her pussy clenching around nothing.

I could smell her, that sweet musk driving me insane. My cock was aching, thick and red between my legs, but I didn’t dare touch.

“You’re such a good cuck,” she panted, grinding against the toy harder. Her free hand pinched her nipple, twisting just enough to make her cry out. “This is all you get, Jared. Watching me cum on *this* instead of your pathetic little dick.”

*Fuck.*

She came with a shudder, her thighs clamping around the vibrator as she rode out the waves, her pussy pulsing. I could see her cream coating the toy, dripping down onto the sheets.

Then, slowly, she pulled it away—still buzzing—and pointed it at me. “Lick it clean.”

I didn’t hesitate. I crawled forward and took the vibrator into my mouth, tasting her, swallowing every drop. Her thighs were still trembling when she grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up at her.

“Pathetic,” she whispered.

I loved it.