I know all about you. I know all about your secret life as a brainless jerkaholic. I know you pretend to be normal, but you go home, night after night, alone, just so you can stroke your pathetic loser cock while you stare at beautiful girls like me. You’re just a stupid fucking brainless jerkaholic. You can’t help it. It’s an addiction.I know you’re sitting there stroking right now. I know that you’re rock hard and humping your hand so desperately. You can’t fucking stop. It’s pathetic. This is your life, you’re always going to be a jerkaholic, living for the rush. This is all you’re good for. Every second you stare at me, you get weaker and more turned on. You’re helpless in the face of your addiction. Even if you tried, you couldn’t stop, could you? No. You just spend hours, jerking away, like a little puppet. You pathetic brainless loser. The more you stroke, the smaller your brain gets, until all you can do is obey. And I love you that way, I love turning you into a helpless addict.