Nobody blames you for your weakness; being born a loser wasn’t your choice. It’s simply your reality, unchangeable no matter how hard you strive. At the end of the day, you’ll always be a loser, irresistibly drawn to women far beyond your reach. What can I say? My body is flawless: round, perky tits, a flat, tight tummy, a cute little pussy, and a big, round ass—all capable of utterly overwhelming you. Your mind fixates on nothing else when you gaze upon me. All you crave is to stroke, endlessly. But it’s never enough, is it? Looking at a woman as stunning as I am, it’s a cruel reminder that you’ll never measure up.
