He came as expected – but even my tight asshole didn’t feel anything!

He spent weeks talking about how huge his cock was. How he was going to fuck me to pieces. How I was going to scream when he took me. He was so confident in himself—so proud of what was dangling between his legs. And me? I was horny. I just wanted to fuck. No foreplay, no talking—I wanted to ride, feel, come. So I sat on him, shoved him inside me bareback… and waited. But there was nothing. No pressure. No fucking sensation. I moved, screamed at him, gave it my all—but I just didn’t feel him. Not where I needed it. So I let him in my ass—because it’s tighter there, because I finally wanted to feel something. But even there: almost nothing. No tension, no depth, just frustration. I couldn’t hide it anymore. My look exposed him. The great fucker who triggers nothing. And while he lay there, silently, I took his cock in my hand—no, in mine. I spit, held him still, and jerked him off hard. Not out of lust. Not for him. But because I wanted it to be over. And he came. In my hand. Not inside me. Not with me. Just there!!!!