When I slip into the Agent Provocateur lingerie you bought me, spray myself with Gucci perfume and gloss my beautiful plump lips that you paid for, you feel so rewarded. You feel so blessed that you get to fund my little luxuries for the Valentine's date, the most beautiful woman under the Sun and you are the lucky man. But not luckier than the REAL man who'll get to actually go on a date with me, of course on your dime. He'll get to flirt with me, get teased by me, dine me and then take me home, rip off my lingerie, smudge my lipgloss and fuck me senseless. The frustration that floods you comes with immense arousal, when you realize that you're gonna get to be my cock fluffer, my eager cuck, locked away in a chastity cage, leaking, twitching, oozing for my hot sweaty body entwined with a real man's chiseled physique. Before I get home, you'll already be eagerly waiting at the edge of the bed, kneeling, with that chastity cage on, waiting for me to open the door and give you a command to serve us. You'll fluff my man's cock, get it hard and ready to perform the Valentine's day sex act of your cuckold life. You're gonna be catching the drips rolling down my pussy, stuck to the imagery of what you'll never have: a fulfilling sexual intercourse with me. At the end, this is gonna be your best Valentine's day ever, it will feel even more rewarding to know you could have witnessed such an erotic beauty in motion.