You thought bringing your ex into the bedroom would make your boyfriend jealous. It did. Just not the way you planned. Turns out one look at your ex's cock was enough to make him switch sides completely. Now they're celebrating their new arrangement above you while you serve as their footrest and kiss whatever they put in your face. You started this. Somehow you still ended up on the floor.
I always win. Things always go my way. Or better. You can fight it but you’ll always be just a sad failed project of a man. Embrace it. Our feet deserve it. And so do you.













