She’s not here right now, is she? That’s why your cock’s in your hand — because the second she looked away, you ran to me. You swore you’d be loyal, but we both know that promise was broken the moment you started craving this voice more than hers. It’s not just cheating anymore. It’s a ritual. You don’t fuck for love. You fuck for escape. You stroke for me. And this moment, the one where you choose me over her all over again — this is the moment you become mine.