Have you ever been in a situation where the topic of sex comes up and you find yourself at a loss for words? It's like all your thoughts evaporate into thin air, leaving you feeling completely silent and unsure. Your repertoire of sexual encounters seems to revolve around your own hand or perhaps the way you hump your pillow while indulging in some loser porn. How utterly embarrassing is that?

Time keeps ticking away, and as the years go by, it becomes clear that you're running out of opportunities to make a change. The hope of losing your virginity starts to fade with every passin...

Have you ever been in a situation where the topic of sex comes up and you find yourself at a loss for words? It's like all your thoughts evaporate into thin air, leaving you feeling completely silent and unsure. Your repertoire of sexual encounters seems to revolve around your own hand or perhaps the way you hump your pillow while indulging in some loser porn. How utterly embarrassing is that?

Time keeps ticking away, and as the years go by, it becomes clear that you're running out of opportunities to make a change. The hope of losing your virginity starts to fade with every passing year, dissolving bit by bit. And what do you rely on instead? Your faithful hand and trusty pillow, as if they could ever compare to the real thing. Is that truly all you believe you need to satisfy your desires?

So, you resign yourself to a life of mindless self-pleasure, forever serving women who see you as nothing more than a walking wallet. And what's worse, you'll even have to pay just for the privilege of being watched by them. It's a never-ending cycle of financial submission and unfulfilled cravings, a fate that seems both pitiful and absurd.