There's a reason you've been sneaking away at night to talk and jerk to me. I'm the hotter, better, richer, brattier woman. The truth is, you can't get hard for her anymore. She doesn't excite you. She barely turns you on. In fact, you have to think about me when you're inside her to even stay hard. Fantasizing about the next time you get to sneak off to send to me. Nothing has made you feel this way before. The excitement, the rush, the risk that she might find out at any moment. It's exhilarating. I'm the only woman you need in your life, so forget about her, and focus on ME.