You’re just a little virgin addict for clips, craving whatever I thrust in your face. You’re powerless to resist, weak for both it and me. This shiny ensemble pushes you to the brink; your dick can barely handle my allure. Face it—you’ll never land a woman, let alone one like me. Clad in this tiny, gleaming outfit, you feel utterly alone and broken—and rightly so. Your rightful place is on your knees, worshiping superior women like me, growing weaker and weaker for shiny, like the desperate virgin addict you are. I derive immense pleasure from mocking your pathetic existence; tormenting you with what you’ll never attain is endlessly entertaining.
