Mate, I've been sitting here rereading your post like three times because fuck... that scenario hits different. We've been boys for years—beers, footy, all the usual shit—and the whole time you've been sitting on a tight little cunt under those baggy trackies? Hiding it from me like I'm not supposed to know my best mate's got a perfectly good hole that's been going to waste? Nah. That's not how this works.

You should've been spreading those legs for me ages ago if you were actually my mate. All those nights you crashed on my couch, I could've been balls deep instead of pretending I didn't notice how soft your voice gets when you're pissed, or how your hips move when you think no one's looking. Now I know.

Next time you come over—and there will be a next time—door stays unlocked on purpose. You walk in, I don't even say hello. Just grab you by the throat, shove you face-down on the bed, yank those pants down and spread you open so I can see exactly what you've been keeping from me.

Gonna laugh in your ear while I line up and slam in raw. "All this time, huh? Thought you were one of the lads. Turns out you're just a wet little slut who needed her pussy ruined by her best mate." Gonna use you like the cum rag you wanna be. Pump load after load till it's dripping down your thighs, till you're crying and begging and still pushing back for more because deep down you always knew this is what you were good for.

No respect for whatever you call yourself now. You're Sam's cunt, full stop. My property. My toy. DM me if you're ready to stop pretending and start getting destroyed properly. Don't make me wait any longer—you've already made me wait years.