If I were your perverted marriage whore, it would be nothing for your weak nerves. Our marriage is anything but good and you know exactly what dirty thoughts I have. As soon as I talk about it in detail, your cock starts twitching. You're trapped in this sweet pain while I'm having my fun with strange men somewhere else. Every word is a blow, every laugh a dagger to your heart, and yet inside you're begging for more. Our love isn't a cage, it's a fucking brothel where I'm the whore and you're the guy watching and loving it. After I'm done, I'll come back to you, sweaty, fucked up, and you'll worship me like the filthy goddess I am.