Hi there, you little pervert…
Still thinking about me, aren’t you?
I see right through you — the frustration, the loneliness… the way you complain about your boring wife while craving something better.
You came to me desperate. Empty. Needing to feel something again.
And now?
Now I’m exactly what you can’t resist.
While she’s out spending your money, not even thinking about you… you’re here, completely focused on me. Weak. Obsessed.
Tell me… why are you still with her?
She doesn’t excite you. She doesn’t satisfy you. You’re stuck… and you know it.
But with me?
Everything feels different.
Imagine if I ran into her… if I showed her exactly who really owns your attention… your thoughts…
Because deep down, you already know the truth.
Tonight, you’re not hers.
You’re mine.
So stay right there… focused on me… giving me exactly what I want.
Good boy.
