There's nothing quite like your stupid little brain getting melted by my middle finger. That's why you come crawling back to me.EVERY. Fucking. time. The power it possesses over you is like nothing else. There's no way I'm giving it to you without some serious begging first. You don't stand a chance. Even if you said you were never gonna stroke to it again, we both know better. With ever passing moment, you just get dumber and dumber for this. Stroke, Loser. I want to watch you turn to mush for me.