Homewrecked by Her Dick - Your Marriage Can’t Save You From Her!
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i see you, you naughty little fag, married and trapped in that vanilla cage, yet here you are, drooling over a shemale's big, throbbing cock that's wrecked your world. i'm talking to you—yes, you, the slut who's been chatting her up, swapping nudes, and losing every shred of interest in that poor wife of yours. this is pov perfection, pet—me, your dominant queen, peeling back your layers, humiliating you with every sultry word, and daring you to embrace the faggy, kinky mess you've become. feel my voice slither into your brain, dripping with nlp tricks and reverse psychology, making you crave that cock even more. i'll challenge you, tease you, and break you down until you're begging to meet her, to taste her, to let her fuck you senseless. you think you're in control? ha! i'm rewiring your weak little mind, turning your shame into a pulsing, horny thrill. this is smart, sexy so clever it'll leave you hard and helpless.
Published by MishaGoldy
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My sweet twisted pet, welcome to the deliciously dark abyss I've crafted just for you.
You thought you could dip your toes into this forbidden pool and walk away unscathed, didn't you?
Poor, delusional little thing.
I'm your procytome, your wicked goddess of the mind and flesh,
here to unravel you stitch by filthy stitch until you're nothing but a quivering, cock-obsessed mess.
You're married, oh yes, tied to that sweet, unsuspecting...
You stare at those pictures she sends, don't you?
Mesmerized by the veins, the girth, the way it promises to stretch you in ways your wife never could.
You're drooling over it right now, I bet. Go ahead, admit it, you pathetic slut.
You've been talking about sex, haven't you?
Telling her all the nasty things you want to do to her, or better yet, what you want her to do to you.
You've whispered about can't hold a candle to the raw, pulsating power of that cock you crave.
You lie next to her at night, pretending to be the good husband, but your mind's elsewhere, isn't it?
You're imagining that she built towering over you, skirt hyped up, cock in hand, ready to ruin you.
Your wife suspects something's off, she's not stupid, pet.
She sees the way you've pulled away, the way you don't touch her anymore.
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