How much of a beta, porn-addicted fucking loser do you have to be that even in your ultimate fantasy about your favourite Internet pornstar, you don’t even get to touch her? It’s your imagination, you could make me do anything you wanted. You could touch me, strip me, kiss me, fuck me. You know that’s what real men fantasise about, right? But not you! Even in your wildest fantasy, you’re just a creepy, lonely voyeur, watching as a real man fucks me. If I interact with you at all, it’s only in the most degrading ways. Making you suck my toes while a real man makes love to me. Making you suck his hairy balls and rim his asshole while he fucks the woman you ‘love’. You’ve never even met me. All you’ve ever done is watch me through a computer screen, getting a fake, digital taste of what intimacy with me would be like. Yet you’re ‘in love’ with me? Obsessed with the idea of getting to watch me make love to a real man, watching us express our love for each other, hearing us whisper sweet nothings as you clean up our mixed orgasmic juices with your tongue. Do you know how many steps removed from intimacy we are right now? I’m fully clothed, on a digital screen, describing a fantasy where you don’t even get to touch me. What kind of fucking loser would get off to this? Yet you are, aren’t you? Getting off to this? You’ve been jerking your loser dick the entire time I’ve been describing this fantasy. This is what it takes to get you off now? Fucking porn addicted loser. Keep going. Keep stroking. I’m going to count down from 10 and when I get to zero, you’re going to cum while telling me how much you love me. And then, you’re going to prove your love by eating it for me. Go on, eat your own cum for this digital image of the woman you ‘love’, who doesn’t know you, and doesn’t fucking care about you. Humiliate and degrade yourself for someone who doesn’t even know your name, because it’s the only thing that gets you off now. What a fucking loser.
