You will be Cuckold
Let’s be clear about what’s happening right now.
I’m with a man. A real man. We’re in a hotel. And we’re going to have sex.
You’re at home. Alone. And you’re stroking your little cock.
That’s the whole story.
While I’m having sex with a real man, you’re sitting there, behind the screen, stroking that pathetic cock of yours cause you can't do anything else…
Do you know what that makes you? A cuckold. A loser. A fucking loser.
My man... he knows about you. I've told him all about you.
He thinks you're the most pathetic loser he's ever known. And you know, he's right
We’ve been talking about you. We’re laughing at you. We laugh when we think of you sitting there all alone, paying for our fun.
Paying for stroke your stupid little cock while we’re having sex!
You’re nothing but a fucking cuckold that my man and I will use to pay for luxuries.
That’s the difference between us.
That’s where the whole dynamic lies.
I’m enjoying A real, physical, sweaty pleasure.
And you’re enjoying… whatever you call that sad, pathetic, insignificant ritual you go through
You're gonna swallow every last drop of his cum
You're my cuckold. A human wallet. A condom-eating bitch