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You exist to suffer. You exist to ache. And tonight? There’s no release for you. I control every stroke, every twitch, every second of frustration. I could let you cum, but what fun would that be? No, I’d rather watch you squirm, build you up, take you right to the edge—then rip it all away. You’ll count down, you’ll beg, and you’ll hope. But in the end? You’ll be left aching, desperate, and ruined. Buy now and surrender to your torment