Your body’s resistance is futile; you’ve exhausted every ounce of strength. You’ve waged war against my enchanting voice and seductive allure, but now, surrender is inevitable. Can’t you feel the weariness seeping into your bones? Every effort to resist drains you, destined for failure. Why prolong the inevitable? We both sense the impending crash, and it’s looming large.
Touch that cock, and it’s game over. Well, in truth, it’s already too late—right as you read this. What other recourse do you have? Shut your laptop? Perhaps momentarily. Yet these words will echo in your mind, leaving you restless, yearning to submit. The end draws near; resistance is futile.
