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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.

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.

All men like what they see but this isn’t for you. You’re a loser and only losers would pay for this type of humiliating and degrading treatment. The L sign is a constant reminder in your face of how I truly feel about you. My middle finger makes you want to pay. And you pay to be rejected. This is the only attention you get from women. You’re used or ignored. You’re a walking dollar sign and I always seize the opportunity to profit.

When’s the last time you enjoyed tease without humiliation or rejection?

You don’t deserve it because you are a loser. And to top it all off, you’re paying for it.

My body, my tits, my ass are so hot but you need my middle finger blocking the view to throb and blow.

Your orgasm’s pathetic, just like you.

Eagerly waiting at the foot of my bed, always ready for any command.

Tell me how gratifying it is being my bitch, used at every beckon call. I snap and you kiss the bottom of my dirty heel. You want to take the filth from my heel and make out with it? Beg me. Make out with my heel for my amusement.

Now show me your bulge. I want to see with my own eyes exactly how hot it makes you cleaning the dirty from the bottom of my shoes.