Look at you, stroking for me, already imagining the shame you’ll feel when you greet your wife with cum-stinking breath. You’ll swallow every drop because I told you to, and then you’ll stand there, face to face with her, knowing she’ll smell your filth and wonder what kind of pathetic freak she’s married. That’s what I want—her disgust, her realization that she’s wased her life on a useless, cum-eating loser. You’ll never hide what you are from her again. You’ll kneel before me, ruined, humiliated, and completely mine. No wife, no dignity, just the taste of your own cum and my laughter echoing in your worthless little head.