Sorry, babe, but you’re stuck with me. You say you want to quit… you try to walk away, but your body won’t let you. Every time you see me, that desperate ache comes back worse than before. Your cock betrays you, hard as stone, throbbing, aching to spill for me. That’s my power, baby. You’re addicted, whether you like it or not. You took a few months off, huh? Good luck with that. Here you are again, lying through your teeth about “just saying goodbye.” I see your eyes locked on me. I feel your weakness. So go ahead, jerk it for old time’s sake. One last taste. See how it feels to finally break free… knowing you’ll crawl back.Good luck pretending you don’t miss me. (For my boys who can’t quit… even when they try.)
