She Has Your Rings. I Have Your Balls
You’re married.
You have a ring, a wife, a whole story.
But all of that turns to dust the moment I open my mouth.
She got your vows.
I got your PIN code, your balls, and your pathetic hard-on.
You jerk to me with your credit card in your mouth,
rubbing plastic on your balls,
and paying for every single drop of humiliation.
This isn’t cheating.
It’s calculated, delicious destruction.
I’m not your wife.
I’m the bitch you pay for every stroke.
I’m the reason you jerk to betrayal.
I’m your fucking end.
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