You know exactly why you re here, gooner. You ve been humping that sad little nub between your legs for hours already, haven t you? That pathetic excuse for a cock that barely clears your pubic bone—that shriveled clit-dick that makes women laugh and then immediately feel secondhand embarrassment for you. I m not here to make you cum. I m here to make you suffer where you belong: right on the edge, leaking and throbbing and desperate, while I remind you exactly what you are. I want you stroking that tiny, useless thing for me. Slow, No cumming, gooner. Not today. Not ever without my permission and let s be honest, you don t deserve release. You deserve this mind fuck. You deserve to be reminded with every desperate, edged-out stroke that real men fuck while little dick losers like you goon. You pump and you leak and you ache while better men get what you ll neve. Listen to my voice cutting through your haze as I detail exactly how inadequate that clit-dick is. How no woman has ever, wi
