Believe me, your attempts to flee only fuel my power. Run as fast as you can, but you’ll never escape far. Sooner or later, you’ll find yourself right back here, stroking to me, vowing never to run again!
It’s all part of my amusement, part of the game. Each time you swear “this is the last time,” only to return, I grow stronger. Your words hold no weight; I see through your charade. You’re predictable, trapped in a futile cycle that will only cease when you finally accept it. But until then, I relish the chase, reveling in your torment as you begrudgingly pump your cock to me.
