You can’t help it. The urges are too strong to resist. The need to stroke and cum for me overpowers every rational thought in your conscious. Your cock aches for me and my control. This was all inevitable and you had no time to fight it. Forget about any other women in your life. Every stroke is for me. Your cock mine. Your orgasms belong to me. I control that pathetic thing in between your legs that makes you feel this way and it feels too good to quit. That’s my cock and I decide what should be done with it. Now stroke, addict.