You are so fucking pathetic. Look at you. Your pathetic little dick in your two fingers jerking off again. Every day, all day long, you pull on that sad little nothing between your legs. I should lock you up in a chastity cage, and take that privilege away from you, but it’s more fun to laugh at you while I make you do this. I snap my fingers and there you are. On your knees. Little dick already hard before I even tell you to begin. All this jerking off I’ve been making you do has made you a weak minded little bitch, hasn’t it? You don’t have thoughts about anything, other than jerking off for me, do you? That’s all you think about. You’re consumed by it. You know how sometimes, after I let you cum, I like pulling your hair, holding your face against my pussy while you stick your tongue out, then riding you until I cum? That is the only reason I don’t make you swallow your disgusting ejaculate. I don’t want your worthless, disgusting seed anywhere near my perfection, ever. Not even the remnants of it that are left over from you swallowing. You should be thanking me though. You could be sitting alone in a dark basement somewhere, flicking your pathetic little clitty, watching internet porn, wishing you had a Goddess like me to use your filthy chronic masturbation habit against you. You could be like the vast majority of disgusting chronic masturbaters, and be so reviled by every woman you come into contact with, that you jerk off alone for the rest of your life. Keep stroking bitch. I’m not done humiliating you yet. You better keep your filth in your tiny balls until we reach the end of your cum countdown too, or I’m going to kick your balls so hard they’ll rupture.