Take out your cock, lose your mind, and stop pretending to be a man. you don’t need that pressure - you can’t handle it anyways. you weren’t meant to think, not meant to have your own free will. you were meant to be a mindless, stroking, sending machine. you exist to turn on for Me, activate for Me, get used by My precious hands then be tossed aside once you’re obsolete. you exist to be My Money Machine.