“Give me that wedding ring, slut.” I take your wedding ring and shove it inside my pussy with a string attached. Then I ride your hard cock until I force you to cum inside me and on your ring and the commitment it represented. Then I take the ring out let it air dry and make you wear your cum coated ring in front of your wife with a pic proving you were in the same room with the ring on.
I want you to flaunt how I own your cock and seed.
You feel that risk in your pulse and in your cock. The bigger the threat, the risk, the taboo, the higher the stakes, the greater the turn-on. I mark your ring, mixing our cum in copulation by forcing you to ejaculate inside me on that holy symbol. The cum creates a barrier between the ring and your skin sealing the ring and its promise away from you. So you may be wearing it, but it can’t touch you because your hardon builds to ritually desecrate your marriage with me again every time you look at your finger and see the ring’s finish dulled, tarnished by our dried liquid fuck juice.