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Wow. You really paid for this? A clip where the only thing you actually want—my perfect feet—is nothing but a blurry, censored mess? You can see everything else… my body, my smug little smirks, the way I mouth off and flip you off over and over. But the moment you try to look at what you really crave? PIXELS. Big, bold, humiliating pixels covering my soles, my toes, my loser signs, and both middle fingers. You don’t deserve a single inch of them. And yet, here you are. Stroking. Obeying. Getting off to blurry outlines and distant teases like the absolute sad case you are. You know how pathetic that is, right? I literally tease you while you jerk off to nothing. You’re not even a footboy anymore—you’re a full-blown pixel pumper, getting hard for censorship and humiliation. That’s your kink now. That’s your whole life. I guide you through JOI knowing you’re hanging on every word, desperately piecing together the shapes you wish you could see—feet you’ll never be worthy of. Every pixel is a reminder that you’re a joke. A walking humiliation. You’ve spiraled so far down, you’ll pay just to be denied. Go ahead, loser. Stroke for me. Cum for the blur. Pathetic little pixel pumper—that’s all you’ll ever be.