Aw, poor loser. Christmas is here, and guess what? Your gift is *me* cheating on you. I grabbed the camera just to rub it in—literally. My new lover has exactly what I deserve: a big, thick cock that puts you to shame. I describe every little detail, how much better he feels, and how much more he satisfies me. Oh, don’t pout. You *love* being my pathetic little cuckold, don’t you? So here’s your task: stroke to the thought of him ruining me while you sit there, useless as ever. Merry Christmas, loser." Now go on, stroke for him. That’s all you’re good for.