It’s not every day I let a loser like you into my bedroom. Since this is the bedroom, it only makes sense that sex comes up. Sadly, you never had what it takes to please me sexually. That’s nothing new to you. But hearing it from my pretty mouth, right into your weak little head, is. I giggle at the fact that you can’t satisfy me and point out every way you fail. It almost feels like I enjoy your failure and love laughing at the many ways you can’t please me. That puts you in a very special place. You’re left craving some way, any way, to please me. Being my cuck might be the only option.