Ты сосет, когда я говорю: команда, у которой ты не можешь устоять

Every insult I spit, every drop of ‘cum' you lick, every degrading whisper you say to yourself is fuel. You don't just tolerate the shame—you crave it. You thrive on it. It's the only thing that makes you feel alive. I'm giving you the gift of truth today, making you to accept that you were born for this: kneeling, begging, humiliated beyond repair. You're not human anymore. You're not a man. You're a degraded little cum-craving fag, and you're finally free to embrace it.