I love how much other women hate on me. I love it when I walk down the street and they grab their husbands arm in a hurry, hoping to distract him from what he's about to see. Hoping that he won't notice me, because if he does, they know that he would be drooling. That's the least of it. Deep down they all know that their loser men are fantasising, longing for me, and dropping to their knees if given the chance. Worst of all... they know that they would leaving if they had the opportunity. Leaving them for me. Truthfully I enjoy it. I enjoy teasing the men when they notice me, teasing them a...

I love how much other women hate on me. I love it when I walk down the street and they grab their husbands arm in a hurry, hoping to distract him from what he's about to see. Hoping that he won't notice me, because if he does, they know that he would be drooling. That's the least of it. Deep down they all know that their loser men are fantasising, longing for me, and dropping to their knees if given the chance. Worst of all... they know that they would leaving if they had the opportunity. Leaving them for me. Truthfully I enjoy it. I enjoy teasing the men when they notice me, teasing them and stealing them, adding their cocks to my collection. One by one stealing the weak pathetic loser boyfriends and husbands that they so desperately tolerate, and making them bow down like a loyal slave.