You pathetic little loser, hiding in the shadows like the pitiful voyeur you are. While your friends are lost in their primal, heated passion, you’re nothing but a miserable spectator, aren’t you? Your worthless cock twitching in your hand as you watch them, trying to catch every desperate moan, every thrust. You think you’re so sly, jerking off in the dark, but I know how your pathetic heart races with every gasp she makes, knowing that you’ll never be the man between her legs. No, you’ll always be the sad little pervert in the corner, dripping in your own filth, aching for a pleasure you’...

You pathetic little loser, hiding in the shadows like the pitiful voyeur you are. While your friends are lost in their primal, heated passion, you’re nothing but a miserable spectator, aren’t you? Your worthless cock twitching in your hand as you watch them, trying to catch every desperate moan, every thrust. You think you’re so sly, jerking off in the dark, but I know how your pathetic heart races with every gasp she makes, knowing that you’ll never be the man between her legs. No, you’ll always be the sad little pervert in the corner, dripping in your own filth, aching for a pleasure you’ll never truly have. Keep stroking, you disgusting creature, because that’s all you’ll ever be good for – watching, wanting, and never getting.