You really thought all those hours of edging and gooning wouldn't catch up to you? Look at it. Soft. Pathetic. Completely useless. You stroked yourself into erectile dysfunction and now you're sitting in front of me — a tiny, gorgeous asian brat in a pink bikini — with absolutely nothing to show for it. Here's the thing though. I'm not mad. I'm thrilled. Your limp dick is the best thing that ever happened to me. Every erection you sacrificed fuels the orgasms I deserve, and I deserve a lot. While you sit here throbbing between your ears instead of between your legs, I get to walk out that door and cum on whoever I want, as many times as I want. You made this deal with your own hand. I'm just here to make sure you understand the terms. I get close. I let you look. I mock every pathetic twitch. And then I explain, slowly and logically, why this arrangement is perfect — why a goon-broken beta with porn-induced ED has no business doing anything other than watching me thrive. Your arousal lives in your brain now, not your cock. And your brain? That belongs to me.
