How does it feel down there on your knees with me looking down at your pathetic, useless existence? Is it even fair that you get this view of perfection while I have to stare down at… you. At failure. I suppose for the price I am charging for this clip, it is as close as it can be.

The only thing between you and my naked body are these little pasties covering my nipples and let me tell you, I’d never in one million years show you anything that you don’t deserve. But I will let you stare up and stroke off to this clip because I profit off of you. I’m not going to lie about what I’m here for. I’m here to flaunt my body and rub in your face what you’ll never have in order to get what I want. And we know I ALWAYS get what I want.

Dumbstruck with your dick in your hand.

At times you wonder what it’s like to have a normal life. A girlfriend maybe. Something to fuck other than your the palm of your own hand. But those fleeting moments are few and far between. What you want, what you need is right here. You can try to run from the truth, toward some potential of a failed life but you in the end you will end right back here with me. You always end up here, stroking with me. There is no escape from because you do not want to escape. You want to indulge in me. You are a jerk off junkie for me. Fuck yourself for me.

Repeat after me, “This is my life, a jerk off junkie.”

The ultimate investment: ME. Pay to obey me.

You fund into me. I am the portfolio that keeps you growing. You cash out in means of orgasm and I allow multiple, multiple cash outs. Secure your future in me.

 

 

I am Satan herself.

Pledge your heart to me, bow down devotionally. Your satanic heart bleeds for me.

I proclaim this Temple of Flesh as the ruler to be.

Join me in hell.

Pure, unconditional worship.