Oh... my... god. Do you smell that? That is the stench of a lying, cheating, pathetic little man. You reek of cheap cologne, stale sweat, and the desperation of a married cock trying to find fresh meat at the club. Look at you. Tied up in my den, trembling like a caught mouse. You thought you were the hunter tonight, didn't you? Swinging that wedding ring around while you grinded against strangers, thinking your wife was relaxing at home, oblivious to the fact that her "loving husband" was out sniffing for pussy. But you weren't hunting. You were being hunted. My friend... my deliciously wicked partner... she spotted you from across the dance floor. She always knows. She can smell the marital betrayal on a man from fifty feet away, and she loves bringing me these treats. We call her the other Catwoman, and she prowls specifically for filth like you. Unfaithful, smelly, married prey that thinks they're entitled to stray. And here you are. My midnight snack. My exotic little meal. Do you know what happens to men like you in my world? You get eaten. That's right. You're not leaving this room. Not in one piece, anyway. I've developed quite the taste for adulterous flesh. There's something so... satisfying about digesting a man who couldn't keep his vows. Your wife cooks you dinner, washes your clothes, probably fucks you when you bother to ask, and this is how you repay her? By becoming a piece of meat for a Goddess? * To SUPPORT my VIDEO PRODUCTION ... if you want to see NEW VIDEOS of me - TIP me 5000$.
