There’s a reason you’re here. Every time you encounter a woman as alluring as me, you instinctively drop to your knees. Life isn’t always complex; some things are straightforward. You were born to serve and destined to worship. It’s the one thing you excel at and the sole aspect that grants you genuine purpose. You feel it coursing through you in moments like these—cock in hand, devotedly worshipping. Nothing else seems as significant. Nothing else comes close. That’s because this is your fate. This is precisely where you belong. Now, stroke.
