A girl I know has noticed her husband liking my Instagram photos, like all of them. She wrote me a nasty email but it actually turns me on seeing her so threatened, knowing her husband is drooling in his pants over me. So I talk to her about it, to her face. I sweetly tease her, fanning her anger. I love knowing she's jealous of the way my voice sounds — the way it sounds like I’m moaning and orgasming whenever I say anything. He loves it. Pressing my mouth against her husband’s ear and telling him to cum inside me as he fucks me. But mainly, I just love being the reason he can’t stop masturbating. Giving you extra laundry to do. Making him take long, long showers. Using up all the lotion in your bathroom. Wiping his cum off the floor of the bathroom. I love being the reason for that.