There’s a certain pleasure in denying you access to my luscious pussy, watching you squirm with desire, knowing you’re wired to crave it. Despite your fervent denial, those urges persist, relentless and unyielding. How much simpler life would be if you could just rewire your desires, rid yourself of this insatiable longing. But alas, you’re powerless against your own biology. So you remain, trapped in this cycle of denial, stroking futilely to the very thing you can never possess. It’s a cruel fate, but one you’ve resigned yourself to, for it’s the closest you’ll ever come to gratification.
