It's Valentine's Day, and while real men are out there pleasing their women, you're here, with me, because no one else could stand the sight of your pathetic existence. You think you deserve pleasure on this day? You think any woman would spread her legs for a disgusting creature like you? No. You don't deserve love. You don't deserve a real pussy. All you have is that pitiful piece of plastic. Beg for my humiliation. Beg to be degraded by a Goddess. Now, start fucking that Fleshlight. Fuck it like the loser you are, imagining it's me, knowing you'll never have me. You're just a lowly pathetic maggot, fucking his tiny cock into a piece of plastic because that's all you're good for. Keep humping, you sad excuse for a man. Look at how ridiculous you look, edging for a release you'll never get. You're not worthy of cumming on Valentine's Day. This is your holiday now – a day to remember what a fucking loser you are. You don't deserve to please yourself. You're going to edge for me, you're going to suffer, and you're going to hate yourself even more, because that's what you deserve.
