y forever. You won’t watch all the clips you’ve bought from me. You won’t even visit my store anymore. You won’t browse my social media page and look at my pictures and messages. You won’t peruse my wishlist, aching to spoil me.

You could turn this video off at any point you wanted. No more instructions. No more encouragement. No more of the affection that you crave. No more orgasms that belong to me. You could listen to me say “Goodbye” and turn off the video and never hear my voice again. Except you won’t. I know you looked down at your dick. See you tomorrow.

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Many men claimed to be addicted to me. Infatuated. Obsessed. As if I was some poison creeping through their veins. Men will binge on my clips and send additional tributes, obsessed with being deeper under my spell.

But you’re not addicted, right? To prove it, you’re going to try to not even look down at your pants, your cock. Don’t look to see if you’re throbbing to my tight body. I know you’re going to complete this task, because if you fail, you will have to click on that tribute button that you’re hovering over, and send $100.

But you see, I think you're more addicted than you know. You think of me when you’re stroking. You don’t have to look at your dick. When you see me squeeze and caress my tits, you’re not getting hard right?

If you succeed at this task today, if you’re not an addict, then you will walk away forever. You won’t watch all the clips you’ve bought from me. You won’t even visit my store anymore. You won’t browse my social media page and look at my pictures and messages. You won’t peruse my wishlist, aching to spoil me.

Breaking The Habit.