Listen closely, you spineless, cuckolded joke of a man. I'm going to break down your pitiful existence into something even more demeaning, something so low and degrading that you'll shudder with both disgust and that sick, twisted arousal you can't help. Picture this: I'm ravaging your boyfriend, the only person pathetic enough to pretend to care about a loser like you. And there you are, beneath us, reduced to nothing but a human cushion, feeling every single thrust as I conquer what you never could. Your boyfriend, he's moaning, writhing, completely lost in a world of ecstasy that you cou...

Listen closely, you spineless, cuckolded joke of a man. I'm going to break down your pitiful existence into something even more demeaning, something so low and degrading that you'll shudder with both disgust and that sick, twisted arousal you can't help. Picture this: I'm ravaging your boyfriend, the only person pathetic enough to pretend to care about a loser like you. And there you are, beneath us, reduced to nothing but a human cushion, feeling every single thrust as I conquer what you never could. Your boyfriend, he's moaning, writhing, completely lost in a world of ecstasy that you could never provide. And you? You're just there, absorbing the shame, a living, breathing embodiment of failure. I'll make sure every sound, every movement is a harsh reminder of your inferiority, that you're nothing but a beta gay cuck, a spectator in your own sad, sorry life. How does it feel, knowing you're less than nothing, that you're just a footnote in your own relationship? It's laughable, really. But that's what you are, isn't it? A joke, a pathetic excuse for a man. You're going to listen to this, over and over, letting the truth sink in, letting it corrode what little self-worth you have left. You're going to listen and understand that this is your place, forever on the outside, forever inadequate. Welcome to your reality, you miserable, cucked little worm.