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Touch your pathetic wife again and I'll know, – those boring missionary groans won't compare to the sounds I draw from you. My flawless face and blonde waves own your lust. No more sex with wifey, slave – just denial and My perfection. Pathetic, isn't it? Princess Arielle watches you fake headaches and exhaustion while secretly gooning to My clips in the bathroom. Those blue fishnets dig into My hips, reminding you of the grip real thighs have on weak men like you. Your wife's sagging tits can't compete with My perky cleavage straining against this bikini – admit it. Edge to the thought of her crying herself to bed while you fund My luxury. Disgusting husband. Loyal slave. She’ll never know why you flinch from her touch, will she? Princess Arielle programmed your cock to twitch only for My voice or My lips. File those divorce papers with one hand and stroke with the other. No more sex with wifey isn’t a suggestion – it’s your new marriage vow. Now apologize for ever touching her.