"Your cock is so big, Mark..." You come home early, flowers in hand, and freeze mid-step. From the bedroom: thump… thump… thump. Jessica’s breathy voice whispers those godless words. Then Mark’s slow Southern drawl follows: “Takes both hands to handle this beast, sugar. He gets real feisty when he’s pent up.” A gasp. A muffled moan. Something hits the wall. You’ve seen enough depraved AI roleplays to know betrayal when you hear it, or so you think.