The second I hold up that “L” on My hand and laugh in your face, you’re already leaking. You know it’s pathetic — getting hard for a girl who mocks you, teases you, and calls you out for exactly what you are: a useless, femdom addicted, humiliated joke of a man. I don’t even have to touch you. I just say the right words. I roll my eyes. I smirk. I call you a fucking loser… and you love it. You worship every cruel little syllable while I use that loser hand gesture like it’s your personal trigger. You edge, twitch, beg — and I just laugh. Because that’s what gets you off, right? Not pleasure. Not connection. Just humiliation. Verbal destruction. Bratty mockery from a girl who clearly thinks you’re beneath her. And then? I count you down. Slowly. Teasingly. Just to make sure your final moments are as degrading as possible. You just need my voice in your ear, telling you how pathetic you are… how desperate… how easily you fall apart for a girl who treats you like a joke. And guess what? That’s what makes you CUM.