“You keep telling me you’re not the girl I remember, and I believe you. I think you’re smarter, cleverer than you’ve ever been. So when you climb up here, pleading with me, and spreading these gorgeous thighs over my lap, I want you to remember that I’ve only just got out of prison after months of nothing but my hand and memories of how perfect my wife felt with her tight cunt gripping my cock and pleading for more of me. Ask yourself if that’s wise.”
Girl, he has a point.
