Here you are, surrounded by a screen full of cocks, and you're trying so hard not to get hard to them, aren't you? But let's not kid ourselves. You say you're not gay, you claim you're not a cock-sucking faggot—that's not who you are, right? Yet, here we are, with my perfect porn star body in full display, and I can see where your eyes keep darting. You love my body, or so you say. My huge tits, my gorgeous curves—they should be enough for any straight man. Yet those cocks seem to fascinate you, don't they? You're in the presence of a Goddess, and yet you can't seem to keep your focus where it supposedly belongs. Just jerk it to my body, ignore those big fat juicy cocks—that's what a straight man would do. But no, you keep peeking, don't you? Every glance away from me, every moment you linger on those cocks, you betray what you really crave. I've been watching you, trying to guide you, showing you the splendor of a real woman's body. But it's clear now—there's no saving you. You haven't stopped jerking to those cocks for a second, have you? Even when I displayed my pussy, the ultimate temptation for any so-called straight man, you probably turned away. What does that tell you about yourself? It tells me everything I need to know. You're a hopeless faggot, utterly incapable of resisting your true desires. Not even a hot porn star like me can wrench your gaze away from those throbbing cocks. You're utterly fucked, aren't you? If my body can't distract you, what else could? You're a pathetic faggot, choosing cock over the chance to worship at the temple of a woman.