You don’t get to be a real man when you’re with me. You don’t get a pussy, a body, a warm reward, or even the delusion that anyone would choose you. I keep you right where you belong: rejected, horny, and totally dependent on my laugh while you fixate on BBC fantasies you’ll never measure up to. I tease you in my tassle bikini like it’s effortless, because it is. You’re the one struggling—staring, leaking, trying to pretend you have dignity while I pick you apart and tell you exactly what you are: a pussy-denied sexual reject with a mouth made for cleanup. You’re going to edge for me, worship what you can’t have, and then take your cum the way I trained you to—because if you can’t please a woman, you can at least swallow cum off the floor like a good little pet.
