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I’m feeling deliciously generous today, so I’ll let you unzip and stroke to My glossy curves swaying above you - count your blessings, pet - but thirty measly seconds of worship and that pitiful cock blows its sad little drool all over your fist; I burst into cruel, melodic laughter, clapping My manicured hands while I remind you that real men last, while premature puddles like you blow their worthless load the instant My silk brushes My skin, proving you’re nothing but a quick-squirt joke whose only purpose is to amuse Me with your shame.