all because of that pathetic thing between your legs. You can't help it. You can't restrain the feelings. You have zero ability to run, to hide, to resist. Your cock won't stop aching, desiring, needing...me and the control that I have over it. It feels too amazing to stop. Each stroke feels more and more exhilarating... it's like a substance. And the addiction only goes deeper from here, my stroke zombie.