You thought today might be the day—pathetic. From your POV, all you can do is stare, drool, and ache while the radiant bikini Goddess mocks your desperate virgin need. She’s perfection in shimmering fabric, effortlessly sensual and cruel, knowing exactly how to keep you on the edge with no hope of release. You’ll never be good enough for her. You’ll never feel a real woman. All you get is teasing, torment, and endless no. Humiliated. Denied. Owned.
