The Poker Game III: The Weekend
I have such torment planned for my amusement. I get so turned on seeing you squirm. It must be so hard for you, the big, strong man always used to bullying your wife into having sex just because you were horny, now being used purely to get me off. Maybe she would just roll over on her back and let you, but I'm not that kind of girl.
She liked it? Really? Oh, would she stroke your back? Did she let you nibble on her tits? Maybe she'd moan and scream for you. I'll let you in on a little secret. She was just trying to get it over with as quickly as possible. I don't believe you have the stamina to really please a woman. I bet you're a little rocket ship when you're having sex...blow up on the launchpad before she ever takes off.
You disagree? Do you think you can last this entire session wanking without cumming and prove that maybe you are a real man after all? Will you prove me wrong? Are you a real man?
<You begin touching yourself.>
<BAM! She suddenly kicks you directly in the balls, knocking you to your knees.>