I know your dirty little secret. I know you couldn’t get a woman for the life of you. And I know that you’re so deprived of pussy and devoid of sex that you’d pay me a hefty fee for the panties right off my body.
The sexless, pussy less loser would pay for my ripped panties. You need to smell a woman… perhaps even taste a woman and you’re that desperate. And I’d even bet you’d be good a licking pussy. All that desperation would transfer over into your work. You’d hit all of her spots but the problem is you can’t quite get into a woman’s pants. You’ve got this air of loser.
You’re so close to pussy and yet denied.