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Who’s my good boy? Are you my good boy? You jump for the reward of my ass, turning to mush as I tease you? Weak and stupid thinking about all the things you’ve done for me over the years. Do you realize you’ve helped create me? Given me everything I’ve ever wanted, you’ve created this monster. And you’re going to continue to feed and feed and feed me until you have nothing left. Remember, I didn’t ask for any of this, I just expected it. I’ve built an empire of good boys conditioned to expect a fulfill a duty at the sound of my snap.

He loves his little teases but he knows they aren’t because he deserves to stroke. These teases are to drive deeper into your brain and mush it up.

Throbbing with dick in your hand but I never gave you instruction to start stroking. Your hands are off your cock…. my cock. I own your cock.

Right now I just want you to stare at me while I tease you with my body. And I don’t want you stroking at all. Feeling that throbbing ache, letting it bounce and drip for me. Hands off enjoying the show. How hard and desperate are you for me to allow pumping? But you’re not stroking. You’re not pumping. You’re not fucking that f1st. Hands off of my cock because I would hate you to take a couple of pumps, explode and ruin my show. So we’re not ruing the show. We’re going to keep sitting there with our hands off my cock.

…okay, I’m ready to give it to you now.

Here we go… 10… 9… 8…

What do you think it will take for me to unzip my already very sheer lacy top and show you my tits? What are you going to do for me in order to have an even more clear and unobstructed view? You love hearing me talk about what it actually takes to see my tits because it’s a reminder that you really don’t deserve to see them. Of course you really want to see them but deep down inside you know that it’s more than you can handle. You’d rather pay me any price to have me tease and then deny you. You love my tits but you can’t have my tits. So now you watch my daring tease, you watch me unzip this top and wiggle my body in front of your face knowing my tits could pop out at any moment.

And you know I have to charge extra for all the little nip slips. The underserving moments you yearn to pay more for.

Welcome to the loser loop. Once you board my ride, there’s no getting off. You’re trapped in the loser loop. One little taste and that’s all it takes, you just have to have it again and again. But this time you have to reach a little higher and spend a little harder to get that same tease. And then, once again it gets taken away from you.

You know exactly what you have to do to taste it again. You need it. So you dig deeper. You crave it. That push to the limit. And I always break your limit.

And in your attempt to break the loser loop you run and you hide. You fear me. You fear the things I do to you and what I’m capable of doing to you. But because you know what you’re missing, what do you do? You come creeping back again and again and again.

So you wanna hear all about it? How he took your wife and threw her up against the wall? How he slid his hand up my skirt and spread my dripping legs open? It’s unfortunate I have an inadequate husband but you understand why I have to find my pleasure elsewhere.

Listen to me describe our sex, dear husband. How I rode his cock and sucked him off. But don’t worry, I’ve reserved one sex act for you. But only after I’ve been with my other lovers will I sit on your face and let you taste the real man from inside my pussy.