You're such a pathetic little addict, aren't you? Completely ensnared by your own weak, incessant need to stroke and pump at the mere sight of me. Your desperation is almost laughable. Each time you think you can resist, you fall deeper into my web. I see the way you drool over my curves, your filthy mind clouded with lust, your hand always ready to obey my every whim. You're nothing but a mindless puppet, a plaything for my amusement. I'll edge you mercilessly, pushing you to the brink of insanity, only to deny you the release your pathetic body screams for. You're my little jerk junkie, a slave to your own debased desires, always begging for more, always ready to debase yourself for just one more glimpse of your Goddess. And you know what? I relish in your humiliation, in your pitiful addiction. You're mine to use, to tease, to torment. You'll pump and edge on my command, spiraling down into a never-ending abyss of depravity and submission.