The way he looks at me when I’ve done something for him—fixed his computer, made his favorite meal, anything—makes my pussy throb. That little flash of gratitude, that dependency. It’s a drug. I live for the moments I can kneel between his legs and take his cock deep in my throat, not as a reward for me, but as my worship for him. My purpose is his pleasure. My cunt is his. My life is his. Anyone else who tries to earn that look from him will find their tires slashed and their life in shambles. I am his support system in every sense of the word. 💻💋⛓️