We need to have a little talk, because the more I’ve gotten to know you, the more obvious it’s become that you’re not really the man I thought you were. It’s only become more and more clear that you don’t deserve pussy or ass. You deserve to be a pussy-free loser for life. My tiny thong teasing you might be the last pussy you ever see, and the last time your cock felt pussy, if ever. That was the last time you’ll ever feel that warm wet hole. I feel bad for the last woman you fucked, for stooping so low to sleep with you. Thankfully, I know better, because I’m not dumb. I know boys like you belong on their knees, stroking, and telling me how grateful you are to be in front of a woman like me. Tell me you don’t deserve pussy, that the only thing you deserve is a fleshlight to fuck and pretend is your girlfriend. Sit there watching my pretty pussy as you stroke, imagining how pink it is and how sweet it must feel wrapped around my boyfriend’s big cock. Go on and fuck that little fleshlight; it’s all you deserve from now on. Look at my pretty pussy in this tiny red thong. Any pussy, especially this pussy, is too good for a loser like you. You simply don’t deserve it. Say it while you stroke, that you’re a pussy-free loser for life. Look at how perfect my pussy looks from behind and tell me that it is not for you. I want to make sure you really understand, but you still love seeing what you don’t deserve. It feels so good to accept your place as a pussy-free loser, doesn’t it? Your hand, a fleshlight, a sock, I don’t care, as long as you never fuck pussy again. My pussy is merely a tool of control for you, used to extract value out of you. This is what gives your life meaning: denial.