In this tiny velvet bikini, my hottest spots barely covered, are a sight you’d give anything just to catch a glimpse of. Stroking to me is the highlight of your pitiful existence, especially when the clip is as scorching as this one. You spend your days longing for women you can never have, only to return home and indulge in clips of unattainable goddesses. Yet, for a fleeting moment, drooling over my hot, tantalizing body offers a semblance of relief. Despite my constant reminders of your worthlessness, you don’t feel like a loser in those moments. Instead, you feel consumed by weakness and obsession for me. That’s why you keep coming back; it’s preferable to feel weak than to wallow in utter insignificance.
