You know I have a man. His dick is better than yours, his body is better than yours, he fucks better than you and I actually LOVE being around him. You’ll never compare. Let me count the ways loser as I brutalize your self esteem further… whatever is left of it. You are nothing to me but a wallet. I would never fuck you, want to be with you nor love you. You are a bitch for my use. In fact, you are a bitch for me and my man’s use. When you send tributes you need to be thanking me and my man You exist to pay for whatever WE want. Trips, dates, clothing, shoes, restaurant, spa dates, lingerie (for me), jewelry, art… hell whatever we want bitch. You will pick up the tab happily because you’re a fucking cuck. Your life is working hard to serve the superior beautiful couple of your dreams. We both know you want me, but you’re no fucking threat. You’re a wallet, ATM, pay piggy, cash bitch… all that CUCKY.