Indulging in secret strokes to Goddess Lindsey has become an essential ritual in your daily routine. Thoughts of me consume your mind, making it impossible to go even an hour without yearning for my presence. Do you dare stroke to me while lying next to your oblivious wife at night? Someday, you’ll summon the courage to leave her behind and devote every moment to worshiping me. Until then, I remain your steamiest clandestine desire. Undoubtedly, your wife wishes she could command your arousal as I do. I dictate every stroke, every climax, holding dominion over your pleasure in ways she never could. She lacks the power to evoke the exquisite desperation that I effortlessly instill in you, reducing you to whimpering submission—a truth she’s likely aware of, deep down.
