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Listen closely, because I'm only going to say this once. When you touch yourself, dreaming of those powerful cocks, you expose the real you. The desperate, needy, cock-hungry little toy. I laugh at the thought of you preening and posing, with cum pooling in your mouth, your face a picture of pathetic arousal. And what's even more entertaining? The feeble way you play with yourself, desperately seeking release while trying to match the sheer virility of the men who use you. Do you want to hear more? Maybe you should play this over and over, reminding yourself of the depths of your depravity.