I can sense the jealousy simmering deep within you, triggered by the mere sight of this preview. You know deep down that this will never be you, that you’ll never experience the warmth of my mouth or the softness of my lips. Does envy consume you yet?
It’s torturous to watch my lips envelop this lollipop so perfectly, to witness my tongue teasing the base of this dildo, knowing it will never be your privilege. Are you envious now?
I ask you repeatedly, and with each affirmation of “YES, GODDESS!” that escapes your lips, you reveal the extent of your weakness, your desperation, your self-loathing.
Denial alone isn’t sufficient; I crave to see you consumed by sexual frustration, overflowing with jealousy. I want you to ache with an insatiable need to stroke that cock, a need that can never be fulfilled.
