What’s it feel like knowing you’re nothing more than a sad, tiny pin dicked loser sitting at home stroking that gross looking cock while a hot woman like myself on your computer screen? Does it make you feel like a total POS knowing that the closest you’ll ever come to someone as beautiful and stunning as myself will be right now, through your screen?

It should. I mean, it amuses the hell out of me to know just how pathetically obsessed you are with me and how you will never in a million years ever stand a chance with me. So you just keep wallowing away in your pathetic...

What’s it feel like knowing you’re nothing more than a sad, tiny pin dicked loser sitting at home stroking that gross looking cock while a hot woman like myself on your computer screen? Does it make you feel like a total POS knowing that the closest you’ll ever come to someone as beautiful and stunning as myself will be right now, through your screen?

It should. I mean, it amuses the hell out of me to know just how pathetically obsessed you are with me and how you will never in a million years ever stand a chance with me. So you just keep wallowing away in your pathetically boring life, giving me your money just so I can tell you how hilariously desperate I find you and your actions.

Losers will always obsess over gorgeous perfection and I will never grow tired of making a point of how utterly stupid and worthless I find that.