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Look at you. Pathetic, desperate, watching, because that’s all you’re good for. I let him take me last night, again, right in our bed… and you just sat there. Hard. Useless. Whimpering. You’ll never be him. You’ll never be any other man. You’ll never be enough. This is what you were made for, cuck. Watching. Craving. Suffering. Good boys use markup codes: You13961 - 50% You27057 - 100% You80797 - 250% You38929 - 500% You17698 - 1000%