I can smell your desperation from here, I'm almost embarrassed for you - but I'm not.
So desperate yet so transparent, it's pathetic. Any one with half a brain could see what it is you long for, what you think you need.
Your cravings for my lycra encased ass are growing too much for you to bear, whether you need or want the object of your desire, the hard truth is that your fix is not in your hands...
It's in mine.