Oh, darling, sit yourself down and brace for a real awakening, because I've got your number down to the last dirty digit. You parade around, all innocence and ignorance, but below that thin veneer, you're nothing but a cock-loving slut, aren't you? Let's strip away the pretenses. Your little dick doesn't just twitch; it begs, pulsates, screams for a big, hard, dripping dick. That's right, twitch and squirm as I strip you bare, no more shadows to hide in, sweet thing. I want you pumping that eager dick, jerking off as you soak up every word from me. Picture it—a thick, veiny cock thrusting n...

Oh, darling, sit yourself down and brace for a real awakening, because I've got your number down to the last dirty digit. You parade around, all innocence and ignorance, but below that thin veneer, you're nothing but a cock-loving slut, aren't you? Let's strip away the pretenses. Your little dick doesn't just twitch; it begs, pulsates, screams for a big, hard, dripping dick. That's right, twitch and squirm as I strip you bare, no more shadows to hide in, sweet thing. I want you pumping that eager dick, jerking off as you soak up every word from me. Picture it—a thick, veiny cock thrusting not into your mouth, darling, but that tight, desperate hole you call an ass, craving to be stretched and pounded into oblivion.

Pump faster, you pathetic excuse for a man. Visualize every deep thrust, the smack of flesh, the grunt of a real man owning you like the cheap, disposable fuck toy you truly are. You crave this, don't you? The humiliation, the break down that twists you up in a knot of filthy need. This is your grimy truth—embrace it.

Now, hold up, don’t you dare cum yet. Relish this, the burn, the ache. You're just a jerker, a chronic masturbator, perpetually hard over fantasies of real men taking what they desperately want from you. Every stroke is your confession, an admission of your perversion.

And when you can't help yourself, when you're teetering on that edge, I want you to cum for me, but make it loud. Moan like the desperate whore you are, release that filth while dreaming of that cock, about being split open, filled up like the eager cum dumpster you are. This is your existence, a lifetime of craving cocks that are bigger, harder, and more brutal than your feeble fantasies could ever muster.