Don’t think I haven’t noticed you lurking in the shadows, secretly but oh so predictably gooning and spiraling to Me. I’ve seen your name pop up over and over again, like clockwork.

But it looks like someone is just a bit too scared to speak... just a shy, but no less desperate, little simp. Too nervous too approach and a bit terrified of the effect that I have on you. The way I so effortlessly bring you to your knees as the edge of ecstasy and ruin combine into one delicious looking spiral.

you think that if you stay away, stay “hidden”, that I won’t f...

Don’t think I haven’t noticed you lurking in the shadows, secretly but oh so predictably gooning and spiraling to Me. I’ve seen your name pop up over and over again, like clockwork.

But it looks like someone is just a bit too scared to speak... just a shy, but no less desperate, little simp. Too nervous too approach and a bit terrified of the effect that I have on you. The way I so effortlessly bring you to your knees as the edge of ecstasy and ruin combine into one delicious looking spiral.

you think that if you stay away, stay “hidden”, that I won’t find out the truth. But I still know exactly what goes through that not normal brain and what makes that weak cock throb. There's no need to speak — just send. Let your wallet do the talking and your goonstick do the thinking.