LOSER BRAIN
There's something seriously broken in that head, and I figured it out long before you did. You're rock hard right now and I haven't shown you a thing. Every inch of me is covered, and your dick is leaking anyway, because your brain doesn't know how to respond to anything real anymore. Real men get naked women and real sex. You throb for fabric, denial, and my middle finger in your face, and that's exactly how I trained you. Your Loser brain is finally working how I trained it to. Every clip you've ever bought carved the wiring a little deeper, and rewiring doesn't reverse. You've tried quitting, and it never once worked, and we both know you've stopped trying. No more real girls, you don’t even want nudity anymore be honest. The triggers fire whether you want them to or not now. The second you see my leggings, that shadow between my tits, my tan lines, your hand moves on its own. And here's the part that makes this so good for me: ruining you makes me wet. Every night of your life I take, I enjoy. You get destroyed, I get off. So pump that useless thing to every trigger I installed while I laugh at how easy you are. It turns me on when you’re ruined and denied like this. This is your sex life now, permanently, and deep down your loser brain knew it all along.