Oh, my darling, how deliciously you've entangled yourself in the web of your own darkest cravings. Each time you sit there, eyes wide, heart racing as you watch those powerful male forms dominate the screen, you're not just a bystander; you're an active participant in your own debasement. It's not the soft allure of a woman that captures your gaze, but the raw, pulsating power of a dominant cock. You try to mask it, but I see through you. I see how your body reacts, how your breath hitches at the sight of him, not her.

And as you stroke yourself to the rhythm of his pleasure, not h...

Oh, my darling, how deliciously you've entangled yourself in the web of your own darkest cravings. Each time you sit there, eyes wide, heart racing as you watch those powerful male forms dominate the screen, you're not just a bystander; you're an active participant in your own debasement. It's not the soft allure of a woman that captures your gaze, but the raw, pulsating power of a dominant cock. You try to mask it, but I see through you. I see how your body reacts, how your breath hitches at the sight of him, not her.

And as you stroke yourself to the rhythm of his pleasure, not hers, you seal your fate. You pretend it's a simple act of masturbation, a common moment of pleasure, but it's so much more. It's a confession, an admission of what truly drives you wild. Each session is a step deeper into your transformation, a further descent into admitting that you don't just desire this; you need it. The throbbing cocks, the powerful ejaculations—they are your true muses, not the delicate curves you claim to adore. This is your reality, shaped by your own hands, guided by the unspoken truths of your deepest desires.