Stroke While You Get Ignored Loser
This isn't a back-and-forth. I'm not here to coddle you, amuse you, or make you feel wanted. You're nothing more than background noise, left to squirm in silence while I go about my life. No teasing. No moaning. No reward. Just me—typing, sighing, maybe even laughing at something you'll never be part of—while you pathetically cum into your own hand like the useless little nobody you are. You don't get my touch. You don't get my attention. You get nothing but the hollow ache of being ignored, straining for a release that will never come from me.
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