A JOI for my lost, lonely little good boys. You don’t really get anywhere with women, do you? And that’s why you come back to me, again and again, desperate for attention. For my attention. You don’t really want anyone else now. You sit at home night after night and pine over me, silly thing. I don’t even have to take my clothes off. Just my voice, my lips, my presence, is enough to make you throb with wanting. And all you can do is simp, send, and obsessively stroke, to a girl who barely even knows you exist…
