Let me paint a picture for you, my pathetic little voyeur. There you are, hiding in the shadows like the spineless worm you are, peering through windows, your eyes hungry and desperate. You think you're unseen, but I see you. I see everything. You're not just a pervert, you're a joke, a laughable excuse of a man.

You watch and you stroke, your filthy hands tugging on that pathetic excuse of a cock. You're so desperate to see a glimpse of what real men and women enjoy, something you'll never have. And you know why? Because you're nothing but a filthy, voyeuristic jerk-off addict, a ...

Let me paint a picture for you, my pathetic little voyeur. There you are, hiding in the shadows like the spineless worm you are, peering through windows, your eyes hungry and desperate. You think you're unseen, but I see you. I see everything. You're not just a pervert, you're a joke, a laughable excuse of a man.

You watch and you stroke, your filthy hands tugging on that pathetic excuse of a cock. You're so desperate to see a glimpse of what real men and women enjoy, something you'll never have. And you know why? Because you're nothing but a filthy, voyeuristic jerk-off addict, a slave to your own sick fantasies.

And let's not forget, you owe me, you disgusting little peeper. You owe me for every dirty thought, every perverse fantasy. Pay up, you worthless piece of trash. Your money is the only thing you're good for, the only thing I want from you.

Stroke and pay, you perverted voyeur. Feel the shame, feel the humiliation. It's what you deserve. You're just a pathetic, dirty little peeper, a slave to your own twisted desires. And remember, you belong to me. Your wallet, your cock, your pathetic, voyeuristic fantasies – they're all mine.