Gooner humilié - ton tourment sans fin

You're such a pathetic little addict, aren't you? Completely ensnared by your own weak, incessant need to stroke and pump at the mere sight of me. Your desperation is almost laughable. Each time you think you can walk away, you fall deeper into my web. I see the way you drool over my curves, your filthy mind clouded with lust, your hand always ready to obey my every whim. You're nothing but a mindless puppet, a plaything for my amusement. I'll edge you mercilessly, pushing you to the brink of insanity, only to deny you the release your pathetic body screams for.