You get off on the idea of ruining what someone else built, and that weakness is delicious. I will never sleep with you, but I will sleep with the idea of your marriage collapsing, and you will jerk off to every ruined promise. For $12 you will stroke to the image of me tearing it all apart, feeling the thrill of watching something sacred break because of me.
Relish the contradiction, loser, because I do. You’ll cum to the knowledge that your loyalty means nothing to me, and that helpless thrill of destruction will keep you coming back for more.