Too Much for You. Stroke That Pathetic Cock and Stay Denied.

Look at you. So excited I’m here. So pathetic. So hilarious.
How does it feel to look at someone you can’t have at all? I’m too much for you. This body was made for real men, not beta losers. And you keep getting hard anyway.
You’ve always been humiliated by hot girls like me. Now you’re right here, needy and desperate, just wanting to serve and be allowed to stroke. It doesn’t matter how much I degrade you. You still want it.
Isn’t it frustrating to stroke that pathetic cock for someone who would never let you fuck? Look at me. Do you really think I’d ever let you touch me? Hell no. I’m not even gonna let you see me naked. You’d squirt like a little bitch in a second.
You’re lucky I let you look and worship. Say thank you. My presence is way too much for a little slut like you. Stroke that pathetic cock. Stay desperate. You make me laugh, so you can stay as long as you entertain me.
You’re the biggest loser I’ve ever met. Ugly face. Pathetic body. Tiny disgusting dick. You don’t even know how to stroke properly. Most men don’t need to be handsome if they have an average cock. You have the worst of everything. Nothing important about you.
That pathetic cock should stay locked for the rest of your loser life. You keep looking at what you can’t have. You’re a dirty little loser who will never have a woman like me. You’re lucky I even let you stroke in front of me.
Moan. Get desperate. You’re a fucking dirty loser. A pathetic little bitch. A tiny little whore. Nature wasn’t good to you, and neither will girls ever be. They feel disgust when they look at you. Same way I did. But I can take advantage of this loser. Make him show up, make me laugh, and keep spending his useless money.
Keep worshipping and stroking that pathetic loser dick. Jerk like crazy. Moan like a little whore. That dick belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. All of you belongs to me. At least you have a goddess to serve.
I’m not gonna make you come. It doesn’t matter to me. Stay here licking and edging like a little bitch. Today you’re not allowed to come. You’ll remain in denial. You only drain if I want to. And that depends on my mood and how much you make me smile.