Every opportunity to stroke to my flawless physique is one you seize eagerly. Add the possibility of orgasm, and you’re practically trembling with anticipation. But let’s face it: you’re no real man, unable to climax like one. Instead, you’re relegated to stroking alone at home, fantasizing about unattainable bratty girls online. You can’t touch, can’t do a thing without my command. This tiny bikini? It’s a tantalizing indulgence for losers like you, a reminder of your unworthiness to behold my perfection.
