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Stroke to me and then stroke to my fingers. You know, that sexy little L symbol that gets you so worked up. Pump it, loser. And let me remind you how easy this is for me. You’re so eager to gobble up any sort of loser humiliation that all I have to to is stand back and rub how pathetic this truly is in your face.

Now repeat your loser mantra out loud for me. “I’m a loser. I’m a loser. I’m a loser.” Repeat it as you stroke. Over and over, again and again… withOUT cumming.

No leather or latex. No whips, no chains. I don’t need any of that. I know my natural power over men. And I know how hot it is seeing me relaxed in pajamas, a true intimate state. So cute and innocent. Ready to fuck you over.

Kiss my ass, bend over backwards for me. It’s the little things I expect from you. Morning coffee and fresh flowers, grocery runs and being at my beck and call. Please me. You got this.

Your pathetic dicklet doesn’t deserve to cum to me. You don’t deserve a woman.

Don’t even touch it. Punish it by ignoring it. All the attention is on me, my tease, and not what’s throbbing between your legs. Keep it in your pants loser.

Buy this clip first and wait.

Indulge while you can. This very well might be all there is for you.

Coerced into stroking while I mock you. What kind of grown man begs this hard to stroke his own dick? It’s because I own your dick and you beg me for permission. Get down to your knees and really convince me to let grant permission. “Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top” is what I expect to hear.

Begging like that only makes me want you to suffer more. No touching! Fuck the air to my tits. Fuck the air as I count you down. You want to cum don’t you? So prove it to me. Fuck the air and explode.