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Losers don't get to cum for me
You shouldn’t even be allowed to listen to this. You’re not worthy of my voice, and yet here you are, desperate, leaking, and hopelessly addicted to attention you barely deserve. This file isn’t for winners. It’s for pathetic, aching losers who live to edge and fail.
You’re going to stroke. Of course you are. That part’s easy for weak little you. But when I tell you not to cum? You’ll disobey. You always do. And every time you fail, every time you ruin like the desperate little addict you are, you’ll send me money with a proper apology for wasting my time. That’s the rule now. That’s your life now.
You’ll edge until your balls are heavy and sore. You’ll beg for release you’ll never earn. You’ll listen over and over, chasing my approval like a dog begging at the feet of a goddess. And all you’ll get is the sound of my voice and the sting of failure.
Don’t pretend this is your first time. You’ve already jerked to me before. You already know you’ll break. So go ahead. Try to impress me. Stroke to my words. Suffer. Obey. Fail. And pay.
That’s all you’re good for.
You’re going to stroke. Of course you are. That part’s easy for weak little you. But when I tell you not to cum? You’ll disobey. You always do. And every time you fail, every time you ruin like the desperate little addict you are, you’ll send me money with a proper apology for wasting my time. That’s the rule now. That’s your life now.
You’ll edge until your balls are heavy and sore. You’ll beg for release you’ll never earn. You’ll listen over and over, chasing my approval like a dog begging at the feet of a goddess. And all you’ll get is the sound of my voice and the sting of failure.
Don’t pretend this is your first time. You’ve already jerked to me before. You already know you’ll break. So go ahead. Try to impress me. Stroke to my words. Suffer. Obey. Fail. And pay.
That’s all you’re good for.
You shouldn’t even be allowed to listen to this. You’re not worthy of my voice, and yet here you are, desperate, leaking, and hopelessly addicted to attention you barely deserve. This file isn’t for winners. It’s for pathetic, aching losers who live to edge and fail.
You’re going to stroke. Of course you are. That part’s easy for weak little you. But when I tell you not to cum? You’ll disobey. You always do. And every time you fail, every time you ruin like the desperate little addict you are, you’ll send me money with a proper apology for wasting my time. That’s the rule now. That’s your life now.
You’ll edge until your balls are heavy and sore. You’ll beg for release you’ll never earn. You’ll listen over and over, chasing my approval like a dog begging at the feet of a goddess. And all you’ll get is the sound of my voice and the sting of failure.
Don’t pretend this is your first time. You’ve already jerked to me before. You already know you’ll break. So go ahead. Try to impress me. Stroke to my words. Suffer. Obey. Fail. And pay.
That’s all you’re good for.
You’re going to stroke. Of course you are. That part’s easy for weak little you. But when I tell you not to cum? You’ll disobey. You always do. And every time you fail, every time you ruin like the desperate little addict you are, you’ll send me money with a proper apology for wasting my time. That’s the rule now. That’s your life now.
You’ll edge until your balls are heavy and sore. You’ll beg for release you’ll never earn. You’ll listen over and over, chasing my approval like a dog begging at the feet of a goddess. And all you’ll get is the sound of my voice and the sting of failure.
Don’t pretend this is your first time. You’ve already jerked to me before. You already know you’ll break. So go ahead. Try to impress me. Stroke to my words. Suffer. Obey. Fail. And pay.
That’s all you’re good for.