1920x1080 HD Another Valentine's Day, 2026, and look at you still the same pathetic loser, spending it alone like the beta bitch you were born to be. No hot girlfriend wrapping her legs around you, no romantic dinner, no sloppy kisses turning into filthy fucks. Just you, your worthless hand, and your screen glowing with my divine presence, turning you into a mindless gooner who can't stop stroking that sad little cock. You're addicted to goddesses like me, the kind of superior women who see right through your weak facade and laugh at how desperately you crave the humiliation. Pump that fist faster, loser; edge yourself into oblivion because real women wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole. They want alpha cocks that stretch them wide and make them scream, not your tiny, useless nub that couldn't satisfy a Fleshlight. Look at you, loser. Another February 14th spent pumping your useless cock raw while real men are out celebrating with actual pussy, receiving blowjobs, and fucking until dawn. You don't get hearts, chocolates, or intimate touch. You get verbal humiliation so harsh it makes your balls ache and your shame spiral deeper. You don't get romantic dinners or passionate sex. You get humiliation sessions that serve as bitter reminders of why women physically recoil the moment you enter their space. You're losing control again, aren't you? Brain melting as you leak precum like the stroke puppet you are, humiliated by the truth: you're too pathetic for pussy, too beta for love, forever doomed to jerk off alone while I remind you of your place at the bottom. Goon harder, weakling; ruin that orgasm for me and prove how addicted you are to this verbal destruction. You're weak. You're mindless. You're nothing but a stroking puppet programmed to edge yourself stupid while hot dominant women laugh at your pathetic, isolated reality. This is your sex life. This is your Valentine's date: just your glowing screen, your raw fist, and the inescapable realization that another full year has passed and you still haven't evolved beyond being a beta gooner who loses control at the sight of female superiority. Who's the Valentine's Day reject? You are. Stroke and suffer.