Look at you, such a loser weakling. I love watching you grovel and try to prove that you are worth something, anything to me. Your eyes travel my body, and fixate on my perfect, round tits, as always. You are drawn in, unable to think coherent thoughts.

Wanting to prove your worth and gain my attention, you stumble through some words, trying to convince me. The truth is, you aren't worth my attention, and you will only be allowed to stare from a distance.

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