He buys me new nails, lash extensions, pedis, salon visits, furniture. But he can't afford to take you out to dinner. You dumb bitch doesn't even realize he already has cake.
I don't know what's more fun. Riding your husband while you cry because you know you'll never compare, or watching you suck the sheets trying to taste a drop of his cum again.
You just sit in the corner with your eyes closed while you listen to me submit my entire body to him while we ignore you. I’ll let you know when you can come clean up the mess between my legs.
