This is getting easier each time. You don’t put up much of a fight anymore, hero. I think you’re starting to recognize your defeat. You’re at my mercy, once again, gazing into my eyes. But you still have some fight in you don’t you? Keep trying to defeat me, it’s amusing to watch you try. It seems you just can’t stay away from me, can you? Hmm, I think you might just feel something for me. I feel you may love me, after all. You tell me that it’s actually hate but really, it’s the same thing. Such strong emotions make me more powerful. You love the way I win. You love the way I own your cock. You love the way I make you stroke to your own failure. Go on, stroke it, hero. Stroke to my shiny latex. Stroke to my manipulative ways. Stroke to my beautiful face that tears you down. Stroke and show me how much you love me. You can run, you aren’t trapped. Not until you cum and admit your love for me.
