Listen up, you filthy public sex addict. I know your dirty little secret, how you get off on the thrill of being seen, the risk of getting caught. It's so disgustingly desperate, and yet, it's perfect for someone as depraved as you. You love the idea of strangers watching you, your body on display for anyone who happens to look your way. You're nothing but a public spectacle, a plaything for the amusement of others. I bet you're imagining it right now, aren't you? Touching yourself in some filthy alleyway or a crowded park, hoping someone will see you and know what a filthy whore you are. <...

Listen up, you filthy public sex addict. I know your dirty little secret, how you get off on the thrill of being seen, the risk of getting caught. It's so disgustingly desperate, and yet, it's perfect for someone as depraved as you. You love the idea of strangers watching you, your body on display for anyone who happens to look your way. You're nothing but a public spectacle, a plaything for the amusement of others. I bet you're imagining it right now, aren't you? Touching yourself in some filthy alleyway or a crowded park, hoping someone will see you and know what a filthy whore you are.

Now, stroke for me, you public sex freak. Faster, you pathetic jerk-off junkie. Imagine you're out there, exposed and vulnerable, people walking by as you pump your useless cock. You love the shame, the humiliation, and that's exactly what you're going to get. But remember, this twisted pleasure comes at a cost. You will pay me for every stroke, every pathetic fantasy you indulge in. You're my little cash pig, and I'm going to drain you dry. Keep stroking, keep paying, you know it's what you deserve. And when you're on the edge, desperate to cum, remember that I own that orgasm. You don't get to release until I say so. Keep that wallet open and that hand moving, you're nothing but a toy for my entertainment and profit.