Beg To Stay Addicted

After battling to resist your urges for so long, fighting the maddening impulse that beckons you to worship, you’re finally back. You’re begging to relapse-fantasy because you desperately need to cum for my ass. I’m disappointed in you. You were doing so well in recovery. Your addiction was all consuming and if you give in to it now, I think it’ll be so much worse. It’s bad for your health. Your social life. Your finances. Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t believe you. I show off my perfect ass in yoga pants. Is my ass really that good? Is it worth staying a virgin for? Is it worth sacrificing all the progress you’ve made? You keep staying yes but I still don’t believe you. Why would you choose that? I don’t think you can be trusted, like my other slaves can, not to ruin your life as you goon it away for me. Maybe if I show you my bare ass cheeks, I’ll believe you. Are you sure about this? You’re edging furiously and nothing I say deters you. Maybe if I slip into some tight jean shorts, you can convince me. I finally accept your pleas. I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist; you never removed the seed I planted in your head. As I count you down to cumming, you have to beg, not just to cum, but to stay addicted.