What better way to celebrate my man's birthday than to remind you of your place? You get to pay for our fancy date, help pick the tight little dress I’ll wear to drive him wild, and watch me grind against him on the dance floor while you stew in your own helpless little shame.
The best part comes later, when that dress ends up on the floor and he fucks me while you bankroll every filthy second. Keep your wallet open, little cuck, and watch yourself disappear into the background where you belong.