Denial
You’ve always looked at me with disdain. You tell your friends that you can’t stand me. That I’m arrogant and egotistical. You even tell your husband that my mere presence is insufferable. I think it’s kind of cute how far you’ll go to convince people how much you hate being around me.
I know that you had to look over your shoulder before you came in here. That you checked the lock twice. Now let’s get this over with shall we? If you get caught with my cock between your lips, I don’t think people would believe your lies again.