What started out as an act of self humiliation to please Me has clearly spiraled into something else. This is no longer “for Me” not even a little. Does that lie help keep you warm at night? Does it help to justify what a perky weirdo you are? Telling yourself you don’t love this, that you do it just for Me has to end. Its you who loves this now. I turned you into a hungry little cum eating freak for Me and it’s time to admit it. Say it out loud. Say it as you shoot your load into your hand. The orgasm feels amazing but it pales in comparison to the moment your salty sticky spunk reaches yo...

What started out as an act of self humiliation to please Me has clearly spiraled into something else. This is no longer “for Me” not even a little. Does that lie help keep you warm at night? Does it help to justify what a perky weirdo you are? Telling yourself you don’t love this, that you do it just for Me has to end. Its you who loves this now. I turned you into a hungry little cum eating freak for Me and it’s time to admit it. Say it out loud. Say it as you shoot your load into your hand. The orgasm feels amazing but it pales in comparison to the moment your salty sticky spunk reaches your lips. THIS is your real orgasm. THIS is what you really love. Say it. “I love the taste.” Repeat it over and over again until you finally accept that the reason you do this so often, is yourself. you love the taste.