Listen up, because I'm only going to say this once. You're nothing but a pathetic, drooling mess, jealous of women in those BBC videos. You sit there, your hands working over yourself, eyes glazed over with envy, not just craving, but aching for the humiliation they endure, wishing you could be in their place. You're consumed by the thought, aren't you? Obsessed with the idea of being stretched and filled, of being dominated and used by a superior power you can only dream of satisfying. It's not just a fantasy; it's your deepest, most degrading desire, and you can't hide it from me. You're ...

Listen up, because I'm only going to say this once. You're nothing but a pathetic, drooling mess, jealous of women in those BBC videos. You sit there, your hands working over yourself, eyes glazed over with envy, not just craving, but aching for the humiliation they endure, wishing you could be in their place. You're consumed by the thought, aren't you? Obsessed with the idea of being stretched and filled, of being dominated and used by a superior power you can only dream of satisfying. It's not just a fantasy; it's your deepest, most degrading desire, and you can't hide it from me. You're weak, utterly powerless, and it's hilarious.

You think you can hide that desperation, that longing to be put in your place, to be shown exactly where you stand in the pecking order? It's written all over your face, in every pathetic stroke you take. You're a joke, a walking punchline, and I'm the one delivering the punch. So, go on, keep yearning for a life you'll never have, for attention you don't deserve. You're not worthy of being in the same room as a BBC, let alone taking one. Remember that, let it sink into your thick skull, and maybe, just maybe, you'll understand the mercy of being ignored by those you so desperately wish to please. But don't worry, I'll keep reminding you of your place, right here, under my heel, where you belong.