
I understand that you think you’re a good husband. A devoted family man and faithful partner, right?
Maybe that that’s what you used to be. But now you’re ready to kiss it all goodbye. You know you shouldn’t let me take you upstairs, but no matter how much your brain screams no, your cock begs: yes, yes, oh, God, please, yes. As I slip out of my dress, everything you have ever worked for is slipping away. You know it, but you don’t even care. My body is the center of your world, and the only thing that matters. By-bye family. Bye-bye wife. Bye-bye career, retirement, friends, respectability. Burn it all down.