You’re really going to hand over your wife and your money just to watch her enjoy the deep, satisfying pleasure you could never give her? Look at that cash thrown onto the bed, each bill proving your failure. As I pound into her and make her moan and shake, remember that this is your doing. You’ve turned your marriage into this filthy transaction because deep down you know you’re just a limp, inadequate excuse for a man. And while I stretch and fill her in ways you never could, you get to stand there helpless and humiliated. Hit play and let those sharp truths stay with you.