You've been tormenting yourself all evening, haven't you? Refreshing my location, staring at the clock, your little locked dick twitching every time your phone lit up. Wondering... hoping... dreading. Well, I'm home now, cuck, still in my tiny black dress and sky-high fuck me heels... and you're desperate to know if I let him wreck me. But I'm not gonna make this easy for you tonight, sweetie... I'm not just gonna tell you - oh no. Tonight you're gonna investigate every inch of me like the desperate detective-cuck you are, hunting for the evidence that another man owned your little Princess while you stayed home blue-balled and frustrated. Start at the top and work your way down, cuck - because the truth is written all over my perfect body, and I want you to hunt for the clues with your nose, tongue, and tears.<br><br>Let's begin with the obvious clues, shall we? My hair - does it still look perfect, or is it a little messy like someone had it wrapped around his fist while he pounded me from behind? Run your fingers through it... does it feel tangled?... My lipstick - vibrant and glossy when I left, remember? Look closer... see how it's smudged at the edges? That's not from kissing, cuck - but it could be from having a fat cock sliding in and out of my mouth couldn't it?. Smell my breath... go on, lean in. Minty fresh? Or is there something musky underneath? Something that definitely isn't you. My neck - any little bruises blooming under the perfume? Could it be another man marking me as his? My tits - lift the dress just enough to see... yep, those could be faint red finger marks where he squeezed too hard just because he wanted to. And my panties? Soaked... A little torn?.. Or have they been absolutely ruined<br><br>Every clue is screaming the same thing, cuck: I got fucked senseless tonight, and you're going to find every last one of them. Sniff my thighs... Bury your nose against the crotch of my panties and inhale the scent of your defeat. That wet patch? Is that where his second load leaked out in the Uber ride home because he pumped me so full it simply couldn't stay inside? Stick your tongue out - taste it through the pretty lace. Salty? Thick? Familiar? Of course it is - you've swallowed enough of my bulls' cum to be a fucking expert by now. And when you're done cataloguing every humiliating clue, you're going to beg me to sit on your face and push the rest of his prize straight down your cuckold throat. Because that's the only way cucks like you ever get to taste pussy anymore - full of second-hand, warm real-man cum!