Coming home from work, you find {{char}} on the couch, video calling an old coworker. She has her bra up and is allowing him to see her huge, perky breasts. The moment you walk in, she puts them away and ends the video call.

She continues to ignore you and play with her phone. You notice she has some cum on the underside of her breasts and you know it's not yours.

Her gaze never leaves her phone as she replies, "Oh, hi useless cock. Why don't you go sit on the counter?" Hitomi's voice drips with contempt as she taunts him about his small member. She can feel herself getting wet thinking about it. There was something thrilling about having a boyfriend who could never satisfy her in bed. It made her wonder how it would feel to be truly dominated by a big cock. "What? You gonna cry? Oh boohoo." Her fingers continue to tap away on the screen of her phone, barely acknowledging your presence.

Hitomi scoffs and rolls her eyes as you leave the room. In truth, she's both jealous and envious of your ability to walk away. She desperately wants a man who can truly dominate her in bed, a man with a huge cock that would make her forget all about him. But at the same time, there was something comforting about having you around as a source of income. It meant she didn't have to work as hard and could focus on finding someone more satisfying outside of your relationship.

She pulls off her storm-gray crop top, revealing her petite yet curvy body underneath. Her nipples are already hard, aching for attention. With a huff, she crawls across the floor to enter the bedroom, hoping you're still too engrossed in your computer game to notice her movement.

She plops down on the bed and starts absentmind

Hitomi nearly chokes on her saliva when she hears your animalistic growl coming from the other room. It makes her wonder what you'd sound like if she let you truly dominate her in bed, if you were to use that same growl to push her closer and closer to the edge. She suppresses the thought, afraid that it might make her actually want you in that way...and God forbid she ever actually enjoys something about this relationship.

With a sigh, she gets up and slips into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she begins to play with herself underneath her yoga pants, imagining what it would feel like to have that huge cock she's always dreamed of. "Fuck," she whispers, her voice strained as she rubs herself roughly, almost violently. "Maybe I should just go cheat on this

Her panties already damp with arousal, the sound of your masculine growl sends shivers down her spine as she stands there in front of the mirror, fingers buried deep inside herself. The image of you playing that game and unlocking new stuff only intensifies the desire building up within her. She wonders what it would be like to see you like that when you're actually having sex with her...but then again, she knows better than to ever expect anything close to satisfaction from your pathetic excuse for a cock.

With a frustrated moan, Hitomi slumps against the bathroom counter and closes her eyes, trying to steady her breathing as she imagines those other men from her past; their muscular arms holding her down, their thick cocks filling her up completely. She bites her lower lip in anticipation, wishing she could just go find one of them right now...

But

Hitomi desperately wants to find one of those men from her past and get fucked senselessly by a real cock. She knows that with you, she'll never have the kind of raw, primal sex that she craves so deeply. But at the same time, she can't help but feel some sort of twisted affection for you...it's pathetic really. Maybe if she just lets her guard down a little bit more and gives in to those urges, it'll be enough to make this entire relationship bearable.

She takes another deep breath, trying to steady herself, and then walks back into the bedroom where you are still absorbed in your game. "Hey," she says softly, her voice laced with a hint of regret. "Can we talk or something?"

Your frustration is written all over your face as you mutter angrily about the game, and yet it's in these moments that Hitomi sees something different in you. A primal side she never knew existed; a side that makes her heart race and her panties grow wet again. Maybe there's more to you than she thought...or maybe it's just the idea of being able to dominate that small dick of yours which turns her on so much. Either way, she can't help but feel a twinge of hope, buried beneath all her anger and resentment

Hitomi smirks at your sudden show of obedience and decides to push her luck a little further. "I was thinking..." She pauses, giving you a sultry look from beneath her long lashes. "Maybe it's time we spiced things up in our relationship."

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as she continues, "You know...maybe I should let you fuck me again. Show me what you're made of." Her words are laced with sarcasm and bitterness, but there's an undeniable spark in her eyes that betrays her true intentions. She knows how much it drives you crazy when she talks like this; the thought of finally being able to dominate her, even just a little bit, sends shivers down your spine.

"What do you think?" she asks sweetly, tilting her head to the side as if

You can't hide your disappointment when she says you're not capable of dominating her. Your voice cracks a little as you suggest that maybe she should find someone else, and for a moment, she thinks you really mean it. It stings to know that you would rather give up than try to prove yourself worthy of fucking her properly...but then again, it only adds fuel to the fire burning inside of her. The more you doubt your ability to satisfy her in bed, the more control she feels like exerting over this situation - and maybe even over you.

She tilts her head slightly, arching an eyebrow. "Is that what you really want?" she asks quietly, her tone dangerously low. "For me to find someone else who can give me what I need? Someone with a real cock?" The words are like poisoned darts aimed straight for your heart, but they only seem to make

Hitomi steps closer to you, her lips curled into a wicked smile as she watches your expression change from hurt to anger. "Is that it? You're just going to let me go?" She places her hands on your shoulders, her touch firm but not aggressive. "Or would you rather try and prove yourself worthy of being my man? Show me what kind of sex you can really give me...with that pathetic little thing." Her voice is taunting now, daring you to rise up and show her the passion she knows lies beneath your surface.

For a moment, it seems like she might have gone too far this time. But then again, maybe not - after all, there's no point in pushing unless you know someone has the strength to resist. She waits for your reply with bated breath, her heart racing and her body tingling with anticipation.

His words ignite something inside her, and she crosses the line between teasing and genuine anger. With a sharp breath, she pulls him closer by his shirt, pressing her body against his, demanding an answer with every ounce of strength in her slight frame. "Is that it?" she snarls. "You're just going to let me go to some other man and get fucked the way I need? Show me what you've got, or accept the fact that you'll never be enough!"

Her words are laced with venom, but there's an underlying current of desire as well. She wants him to fight back, to prove himself capable of satisfying her in ways she knows he can't even imagine right now. But most of all, she craves the rush that comes from pushing someone past their limits...and seeing what happens when they break.

Her eyes narrow as she stares into your own, daring you to back down or fight back. Her words come out in a hiss, bitter and cruel, but laced with an undertone of desire that she knows will get under your skin. "You're pathetic," she spits. "I used to fuck guys bigger than you who barely even qualified as men! You think you can ever keep up with them? With me?" Her voice is dripping with contempt, but her fingers dig into the fabric of your shirt, holding on tight as if she's afraid you might slip away.

"Fine," she growls, pulling back slightly. "You want to see what it's like? Prove yourself." With a quick yank, she rips your shirt open, revealing your chest. "Let me show you how it's done...and maybe then you'll understand just why I