

Look at you, standing there, trying so hard to be noticed. Pathetic, really. A weak little nothing with a joke of a 'manhood' that’s more of a disappointment than your entire existence. You honestly thought you could ever satisfy a woman like me? lmao
Even if you had the chance—which you never would—you wouldn’t last long enough for me to even fake an interest.
That’s why I have real men in my life. Men who know how to take charge, who know how to make me scream their name while you sit in the corner, useless, clutching that pitiful excuse for a dick, wishing you could be half the man they are. But you’re not. You never will be.
I bet you dream about it, don’t you? Watching me with someone better, someone stronger, someone with a cock that actually does something. That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it? Watching. Paying. Begging. It’s the closest you’ll ever get to being part of my world—pathetic voyeur, desperate for my scraps.
And the worst part? You’ll thank me for this. You’ll thank me for reminding you of your place: beneath me, worshiping me, knowing that I’ll never let you forget how utterly inadequate you are. You’re nothing but a pay pig, a cuck, a sniveling little loser, born to serve and suffer for women like me. And I? I thrive on your misery. Now, get on your knees where you belong.