Oh, you poor little thing. Still a virgin, still clueless, still utterly inadequate. You weren’t made to satisfy anyone, were you? Not a chance. You’d ruin it...finish too fast, leave her disappointed, begging for someone better. But that’s okay. You don’t need to worry about women. They’re not for you. Your place? Right here. Stroking to my blurred pussy, desperate to touch what you’ll never deserve. This is freedom for you. No more pressure, no more pretending. Just serve, stroke, and accept that you’re nothing but a tool for my amusement, made to serve me. You will always be my pussy-free virgin. Forever desperate, always denied. You crave permission, don’t you? You need me to let you finish. I’ll decide if you’re worthy of cumming all over my pussy...
