Desiring more than just a fleeting taste of my forbidden fruit, I use intense denial to reinforce the impenetrable barrier surrounding my pussy, off-limits to beta men like you. Despite the crushing realization of your perpetual denial, the ache for it persists, a relentless longing you can’t shake. Each subtle movement of my hips inflicts both pleasure and torment, sensations you welcome with a mix of gratitude and agony. You crave the forbidden fruit, yet you understand it will forever remain beyond your reach. Your tastebuds will never savor its sweet nectar, condemned to spend a lifetime in reverent worship and unfulfilled yearning for the forbidden fruit.
