Your deep infatuation isn’t a secret, puppet. My hold over you is clear and undeniable – just like the throbbing distraction between your legs. You’ve spent so much time memorizing every single one of My perfect features that you’ve practically burned My image into your mind. My face alone could make you spill that precious seed, and you’d be far from the first weak man willingly drained of his life essence with just a wink. You could try to deny it, but your body is already beginning to betray you. Just relax, and let the power of perfection take over… you won’t even need your hands.
