You love seeing me waiting by the window, don’t you? Because it means I’m waiting for him… waiting for him to come and fill me up and stretch me out, while you helplessly watch, stroking your puny little cock while he pounds me. After he’s made me cum like that, made me shake and moan and beg for his cock, how could I ever go back to yours? You’re not really my boyfriend anymore, are you? If I’m never going to fuck you again, you’re really just my little cuckslave - here to watch, and clean up the mess.