Hey, you pathetic little thing, quivering in anticipation for the brutal truth I'm about to drill into your feeble mind. You're nothing more than a desperate, drooling flesh puppet, aren't you? Your whole being screams of a depraved craving for massive, throbbing manhood, doesn't it? You don't just desire it; you're fundamentally wired to be a groveling, salivating plaything for colossal, pulsating cocks.

You're not just some run-of-the-mill whore; you're an abject creature, genetically coded to be a receptacle for enormous, engorged meat. Your every pore, every breath, every heartbeat is attuned to the relentless pursuit of being impaled, filled, and stretched by monstrous, veiny shafts. The mere thought sends shivers down your spine, makes your pathetic body ache with need, doesn't it?

But let's not .. ourselves; you're not here for just any meat. No, your filthy holes twitch and throb for the elite, the colossal giants that would make lesser beings tremble in fear. You yearn to be utterly dominated, to have your every cavity brutally conquered and claimed by these titans of flesh.

Stroke away, you pitiful thing. Let each tug at your insignificant flesh be a tribute to the mighty cocks you so desperately worship. You're on a one-way path to becoming a mindless, quivering mess—a true testament to the power of raw, primal cock. Keep pumping, keep drooling, and maybe, just maybe, you'll find the debasement you so achingly crave.

The NLP toolbox: Gargantuan Cocks - The Degradation of a Spineless Whore

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