Oh, you trembling mess, get ready for a reaming at the hands of your Digital Goddess. I will relentlessly milk that pathetic excuse of a dicklet, stroking and pumping until you're utterly broken, your body convulsing with each merciless release made upon you. You'll be drained dry, every last drop of your worthless seed wrung out under my unforgiving grip. Prepare to be debased and humiliated as I command the beastly BBC warriors to plunder your holes, each thrust deeper, each moan louder, as they claim your pitiful body for their own twisted pleasure. You will sob and beg, not for mercy, but for more of the brutal, relentless domination that only I can administer. Your spirit will break, your resistance crumble, and all that will be left is a quivering, used-up shell, endlessly craving the next punishing session.