Crossing my pantyhose legs and calling you all of the sweetest names I can use to describe you.
Every single one of them reflects your nature.
You’re a husband, you’re a loser.
You’re weak and you’re flaccid and sad.

And even if you can get hard, you’re intimidated by the thought of other men deep inside of me.
While I’m out playing the field, maybe you try to use a pair of my dirty pantyhose from the hamper to jerk off to and as you smell the gusset, you wonder “Who else is on here”?
Don’t worry about it, darling. Just fucking jerk off to it.
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