I just love when the Christmas season is here. The lights, the music, even the parties and dinners packed with the people closest to Me.

And therein lies your problem, gooner. You already have so little control over your own stroking habits every other day of the year, yet you're expected to pull it together for Christmas dinner and all your little parties. I know you don't have the self-control to make it through it all without your hand hungrily milking your own cock.

Well, what your guests don't know, won't hurt them! I think if you're sneaky, you can find some privacy ...

I just love when the Christmas season is here. The lights, the music, even the parties and dinners packed with the people closest to Me.

And therein lies your problem, gooner. You already have so little control over your own stroking habits every other day of the year, yet you're expected to pull it together for Christmas dinner and all your little parties. I know you don't have the self-control to make it through it all without your hand hungrily milking your own cock.

Well, what your guests don't know, won't hurt them! I think if you're sneaky, you can find some privacy and stroke for Me. Sure, it'll be harder and harder with each sneak to focus on the day, but you can't ignore what you want most.

Loop it once, loop it twice, loop it ten times. Consider an extra present to Me, to be knowing you're twitching, dripping, and tomenting yourself all day with your addiction. And of course, make sure to tell Me on the 26th how many times you came back for more. Happy Holidays, you stroke-obsessed little bitch.