Time and time again, you return to my store, endlessly jerking off to my clips. You’re obsessed with me, with my perfect body, my luscious curves. Everything about me, from head to toe, I’m everything you want and everything you can’t have. But I love that. And I want you to jerk off to that fact. I tease you and taunt you about all the ways that I’m superior to you – physically, mentally, emotionally. I’m richer, smarter, taller, stronger, sexier, better than you in all ways. Why would I ever want to be with someone like you? You don’t have a hope in hell of ever getting with me and I want you to cum to that fact whilst I continue to mock you!