I know how long you spend edging and gooning to my perfect hot body. I know that now matter how many times you masturbate to my perfection, you still ache for me. Because no matter how you furiously hump your hand imagining being fully under my control, nothing can fill the emptiness inside you but me. You know you need me, and I barely know you exist. I only see you when you start getting desperate and begging for more, for my attention, for more teasing with my tits, my ass, and my intellect. I know that deep down, you'll always crave me.