Your sex life consists of you, your hand, and your internet. You’re addicted to the endless stroking away of your lonely loser life. You’re weak when you see me on your screen and you won’t pass up the opportunity to deepen your addiction as I laugh at your inferiority. My tight body makes you ache for orgasm, but you know, you don’t deserve to cum. Instead, you goon out, and edge harder each time.
