You know that a woman like me would never fuck a man like you… but that doesn’t stop you, does it? Is it maybe a tiny bit of hope that lingers, that you can’t quite smash? Or do you just love the devastating humiliation of being rejected time and time again? It’s so pathetic how you continue to seek this out. You just can’t get enough of the degradation. Rejection hurts, but you’re used to it by now, so much so that you’ve learned to sexualize it. It’s not so bad when you’re pumping your fist up and down your cock, chasing climax, a hot girl reminding you of your inferiority.