You thought you could resist, didn’t you? That you were doing better, that you had control over yourself? And yet, here you are again—pathetically booking an emergency session because you need me, my wet pussy. You need this juice, you crave to lick it You’ll whimper, you’ll stroke,you'll will worship,you’ll lose yourself completely—just like always. And when I’ve milked every last ounce of control out of you, I’ll send you away, ruined and desperate for more.