ThePrincessLuxy — You hear it before you see it — the wet, messy sounds of my mouth wrapped around something thick and real and absolutely not yours. I'm on my knees, lips stretched and shiny, spit dripping down my chin while I work a cock so big it barely fits past my tongue. And the best part? You don't even get to watch properly. Every inch is blurred, pixelated, blocked out — because betas like you haven't earned the right to see what a real dick looks like between my lips. All you get are the sounds, the drool, the way my eyes roll back when I take it deeper. I come up for air just long enough to laugh at you, spit still stringing from my mouth, and remind you that this is as close as you'll ever get. Your little locked-up situation down there? That's permanent. I blow sloppy bubbles off the tip, let them pop against my lips, and go right back down while you sit there throbbing against metal with nowhere to go. My mouth stays full. Your cage stays locked. And those desperate little sounds you're making right now? Music to my ears.