When you see me, do you think of sex? Like as in sex with another person? Intercourse? No, not you. Not my hand-humping, beta bitch, masturbator. When you look at me, I’m more of a stroke symbol. You see me, and immediately your knees weaken, your jaw slacks, your dick hardens and you begin to leak. These are the things I love to . I adore humiliating you, working you up into a lather of desperation. Go on, puppet, pump, stroke for me. Fuck your hand pussy and perhaps we’ll call you the sex symbol.