I'm your soulfood, those kind of things that no matter how hard you try to avoid you can't stop, because that's the only thing you're good for, stroke, stroke, stroke... It seems that your hands have own life, your precum doesn't stop go out, mmm you want to explode front to me, your fingers are sticky, you don't need spit or lotion, your addiction to me It's enough, just having me on your screen is enough, and you can't stop, I'm the cause of your insomnia, and you love it, and it's hurst, 'cause one time you cum, the game is over, you will be punished for cum, your wallet ruined, your being humiliated and dehumanized. YOU NEED TRY AND TRY, STROKE AND STROKE. Beg for release, run behind the goal but never reached, falling down, deep, into the endless hole of the edge, of your own lust...