She may have your name. Your home. Your life. But your cock? That belongs to me. Don’t bother denying it. The moment you press play, you’re mine. You stroke for me, you come for me, and every hot, sticky drop that shoots out of you is proof of your betrayal. You love this. The thrill. The filth. The guilt. The way I talk you into being a dirty little cheater, desperate to please your mistress. You’re not a good boy. Good boys don’t stroke their cock for someone else’s pleasure. Good boys don’t get off to JOIs like this. But you? You’re my perfect little cheater. And I know just how to break you. So go ahead. Stroke. Obey. Come. Because you’re not hers anymore. You never were. You’re mine.