you're such a fucking pervert. She's just enjoying her day, hyping up her following, and your parasocial, hyperfixated brain can't stop sexualizing every pair of tits you see for even a second.
Good. Get worse. The more compulsive you are the more I like you.
Easy. That's the only word needed to describe you. Just so, so fucking ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ.
Low tops, high skirts, and an endless scroll. And you willingly give up your future. Infiltrating everything you care about is easy. Which begs the question, did it ever really matter to begin with?
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This is porn to you, isn't it? It hits the exact same part of your brain that a fully naked woman would. The denial of nudity is so much more tantalizing. you prefer it this way.
Don't worry about what it means to admit that to yourself. Just focus on fabric. And ignore nudity.
Collaborate with Me. Empower Me. Help Me build your triggers into something.. wonderous.
Not turned on by her nails? Force an edge to them.
Bored by face porn? Only stare at her lips.
Scared of degeneracy? Take screenshots of her earrings.
you could be more. Help Me, help you.
Stop evading, start indulging. Porn has always been, and will always be, the most steadfast rock in your life.
So treat it right. Make time. Give devotion. Agree blindly. Fanaticize it's desires.
Because what porn wants, and what I want, can only be ๐๐ค๐ค๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช.