That moment when you slide the papers into the envelope when you hear the snick of the mailbox closing your cock twitches. Doesn’t it? Because you know what comes next. No rules. No cold nights. No excuses. Just you, your hand, and the sweet, dirty truth: you belong to no one anymore and I own you now. You're hard just thinking about it, aren’t you? That thick, neglected cock, aching from years of being ignored. She never touched you the way you needed. Never made you feel wanted. But I do. I see you. I worship you. And tonight, I want you to touch yourself, enjoy yourself. those divorce papers still fresh in your mind, and you're going to let me take control. I want you edging for me right there on the couch, in your empty house, feeling more alive than you have in years. One hand on your cock, the other gripping the paper like it’s the last piece of your old life.
That moment when you slide the papers into the envelope when you hear the snick of the mailbox closing your cock twitches. Doesn’t it? Because you know what comes next. No rules. No cold nights. No excuses. Just you, your hand, and the sweet, dirty truth: you belong to no one anymore and I own you now. You're hard just thinking about it, aren’t you? That thick, neglected cock, aching from years of being ignored. She never touched you the way you needed. Never made you feel wanted. But I do. I see you. I worship you. And tonight, I want you to touch yourself, enjoy yourself. those divorce papers still fresh in your mind, and you're going to let me take control. I want you edging for me right there on the couch, in your empty house, feeling more alive than you have in years. One hand on your cock, the other gripping the paper like it’s the last piece of your old life.
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