You SAY that you want to take care of me. You send me sweet messages or buy my videos or tribute... but you're aren't listening to what I need, not willing to REALLY make me happy. And you know this is all fake - these tits. Don't you think it would make me much happier if you ACTUALLY gave me some TITS? You know that it's all I've been wanting all these years. I work and I pamper YOU with all this awesome content. What do I get? "Oh Ivy, you're the best!" Not good enough. You know that, deep down inside.