Writer Summary: You thought your cock would impress me. Big, thicc, long, swinging like it meant something. You expected awe—maybe worship. But I saw right through it. Big? Sure. But useless. All size, no skill. No control. And I made sure you felt that. With nothing but my words, my breath, and the weight of my hand, I turned your cock into a twitching, helpless mess. I didn’t stroke. I didn’t suck. I didn't ride. I just talked. Teased. Denied. And watched you fall apart from nothing but want. You came without permission. Without stimulation. Just shame. Just desperation. All that ego… I ruined them on my palm. And I didn’t even have to fuck you. That? That’s real power.