Look at you. Stroking like a pathetic little toy the moment I speak. So easy to control so weak for me. You call that a cock? No wonder you need someone like me to tell you what to do with it. You’d be useless without instructions, wouldn’t you? Just another desperate, needy loser begging for attention. Stroke slow show me how grateful you are to even be allowed this. Every inch you touch is a reminder that you’ll never really have me. You’re just here to obey, to ache, and to perform for me. That’s your purpose. Now keep going don’t stop unless you want to disappoint me again. 😈🫦