You may be married, but we both know your cum belongs to a Clown. Every aching, explosive orgasm belongs to me. You don’t look at your wife the way you look at me. You’re not attracted to her the way you are to a much younger, fun, crazy clowngirl. You fantasize about me as you stroke your cock at night. Your wife’s worn out meatflaps have nothing on the pristine, pink cotton candy pussy you know hides between my legs, like a magical candy shop just waiting to be explored. Your orgasms belong to me, and me alone.