Listen here, you perpetual virgin, let me lay it down for you in terms as clear as your pitiful situation. That hand of yours? It's a laughable stand-in for the real ecstasy you'll never know. Sure, go ahead, wrap it around your sad excuse for a dick and pretend it's the real deal. But let's be real, it's a far cry from the warmth, the wetness, the sheer grip of a pussy that would probably send you over the edge in seconds, not that you'll ever find out. You're stuck in this sorry cycle, jerking away in loneliness, deluding yourself with each sad stroke. No woman, especially not a dominatri...

Listen here, you perpetual virgin, let me lay it down for you in terms as clear as your pitiful situation. That hand of yours? It's a laughable stand-in for the real ecstasy you'll never know. Sure, go ahead, wrap it around your sad excuse for a dick and pretend it's the real deal. But let's be real, it's a far cry from the warmth, the wetness, the sheer grip of a pussy that would probably send you over the edge in seconds, not that you'll ever find out. You're stuck in this sorry cycle, jerking away in loneliness, deluding yourself with each sad stroke. No woman, especially not a dominatrix like me, would waste her time on a hand-humping, pre-ejaculating joke of a man. So, keep pumping, loser, because that's as good as it gets for a pathetic wanker like you.