We've been married for a couple years now, and I think you're finally starting to realize that there's no hope of us ever having a happy sex life. In a way, though, I'm a very lucky girl, because I get to experience everything all at once. I get to have the sweet, romantic, doting husband at home, and I can go out into the world and find all the things he lacks, in bigger and better men who actually deserve to fuck and breed me... but alas, you're still trying, so here I am... slowly jerking your tiny, pathetic cock as I try my hardest to read my book in peace. I'm not paying you the slightest bit of attention... I'm probably thinking about all the great cocks I've got to experience for all you know, and somehow, this is probably still the best handjob you've ever gotten... yet every time you get closer to the edge, I turn the page, leaving you in a puddle of desperation, longing for that sweet release... it must be so frustrating not to cum. At this point, why even bother? You're better at other things...