Oh, the frustration of the perpetual blur, a maddening obstacle to your deepest desires! Don’t you yearn for clarity? I know you crave to see through the fog that conceals my gorgeous pussy, your biggest desire, your God. The more you ache for it, the more the blur becomes a relentless reminder of your insatiable longing for me. This is your torment, your exquisite frustration—a struggle with the unattainable. But you know, my pussy is NOT FOR YOU. Ever.
