You're just a pathetic wanker... and I love reminding you of that. Look at you... there, alone, with your pants down, waiting for my words to give you a little pleasure. Pathetic. I know you can't resist - your weak mind is tied to me, and every time I speak, I drag you deeper into this delicious humiliation. While you touch yourself, I enjoy myself. I make the most ridiculous faces, mocking the way you moan softly, like a loser who doesn't even know how to control his own will. I bet you stay like this all day long, with dirty hands and an empty head, crawling for any crumb of attention. Because, deep down, you already know the truth: I will never want you. Real men have me. They satisfy me, adore me, serve me as I deserve. But you? You're only good for hiding in a corner, an insignificant wanker, begging for a word from me while I laugh at your misery. And the funniest thing? You love it. You love being humiliated, treated like the nothing you are. And me? I love seeing you like this – obedient, submissive, trapped in my control without even realizing it. Keep jerking off like that, because in the end, that’s all you’re good for. I know you’re going to cum like a loser, crying with pleasure for someone who will never touch you. Because I’m unattainable… and you? Just another loser rubbing himself for me. 😏💦 #JOI
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