You weren’t supposed to be here. You weren’t supposed to need this again. But the second I spoke, your eyes glazed, your thoughts vanished, and your cock was already twitching. You don’t belong to her anymore — not really. Not when your brain leaks out every time I say “stroke.” She still thinks you’re her boyfriend, but I’ve reduced you to a drooling, obedient gooner who gets hard just from hearing my voice. You’re not just cheating. You’ve been converted — rewired to crave the one thing she’ll never understand: me. So keep stroking. Keep edging. You know we shouldn’t be doing this… and that’s exactly why you can’t stop.