Come out of the fucking closet, faggot. You think I don’t see you? Hiding behind your little excuses—'I jerk to trans girls because they’re feminine.' Liar. You stroke to cock. You crave cock. You need cock. Your browser's drenched in shemales and traps, your cum dries to the thought of dick. You reek of it. Your breath smells like balls, your soul is stained with guilt and precum.
You say you’re straight? Cute. But every stroke is a confession. Every orgasm is another nail in the coffin of your fake little identity. You’re not just jerking to trans women—you’re inching closer to begging real men to destroy you. You’re not curious. You’re broken. And I’m going to peel back every filthy layer until the only thing left is a whimpering, cock-addicted faggot. No escape. No more lies. Just truth. Raw. Humiliating. Final.