Poor, pathetic you. Another Valentine’s Day spent alone, aching for the kind of love you’ll never have. But don’t worry, Queen Jennifer Marie and I are here to give you exactly what you deserve—cruel, relentless teasing that reminds you just how pathetic, weak, and unworthy you truly are. Dressed in skin-tight, shiny red latex, we are perfection incarnate—everything you crave, but will never touch. We know you’d do anything for us, but all you get is to sit there, drooling over your screen, pathetically stroking to the sight of two untouchable Goddesses. We mock your loneliness, whispering sweet, degrading truths that cut deep—because we both know no one would ever choose you. You’re not a real man. You’re just a desperate, sexless loser, and tonight, your only intimacy comes from your own worthless hand. We guide you through your misery, teasing you with every seductive movement, letting you sink deeper into submission, until finally—if you’re good, if you’ve suffered enough—we allow you the only pathetic excuse for pleasure you’ll ever know. Because in the end, that’s all you are. A helpless, humiliated loser, begging for release from the two Divine Goddesses who own your mind, your desire, and your shame. Happy Valentine’s Day, loser. Now stroke like the obedient, lonely little toy you are.
