Who the fuck did you think you were, competing with me? If you’re going to play with fire, foolish woman, expect to get burnt. Now watch — and cry and plead and beg me to stop — as I fuck your man silly and drain him of every last goddamn droplet of male lust, churning so feverishly in his balls. Watch as he riddles my body like machine gun fire with convulsive orgasm after convulsive orgasm. Watch as I whimper and purr and moan in that ecstasy of ecstasies that only a man can provide.
Yet you still don’t get it, do you? Your mistake, my lovely missus, wasn’t in insulting me; petulant arrogance, after all, is excusable. No, your gravest error was that of underestimation. It was doubting that I, with my sexual skill, alluring beauty, and cunning intelligence, could seduce and fuck your man, right in front of your oh-so envious eyes. It was failing to recognize the nature of your opponent.
And now, with your husband’s throbbing hot cock pumping deep inside my body, allow me introduce myself, woman to woman:
I am Antoinette and Leilani.
I am Cleoptra and Aphrodite.
I am Catharine and Mata Hari.
Don’t fuck with me.
Reposting by request!
