You really thought you were special, didn’t you? That quiet little hope in your chest — the fantasy that maybe, just maybe, I’d let you kiss my pussy, taste my wetness, worship me like a good boy. Cute. But this isn’t about giving you what you want. It’s about showing you what you’ll never have. Because you’re not built for pussy. You’re not wired for real intimacy. I see the way your eyes linger on thick necks, strong jaws, the bulge in tight gym shorts. You pretend it’s hate. But I know better. I know how you search for “how to deepthroat a cock,” how you pause on the guy in the background of every scene, how your hand slows when a strapon enters the frame. You’re not curious — you’re convinced.And I’m not here to stop it. I’m here to speed it up.Watch me tease you with what you crave most — my soaked slit, my parted lips, my perfect flower — then laugh as you realize you’ll never get close. Instead, you’ll taste your own pre-cum smeared on my fingers, swallow your shame like a good little bi boy, and edge yourself raw to the fantasy of being someone’s bitch. I don’t let you touch. I don’t let you cum. I let you suffer — right on the edge, balls full, cock twitching, mind spinning with thoughts of thick, veiny shafts pounding down your throat.This is your training. This is your awakening. This is the moment you accept that real men fuck you — and girls like me? We just ruin you for everyone else.So go ahead. Jerk that tiny dick. Moan into your pillow. Dream of being stuffed, stretched, and used by a man while I watch and laugh. Because this pussy? It’s a mirage. A tease. A punishment. And you’ll spend the rest of your life chasing something you were never meant to have. Welcome to your new cock filled reality.