Cum for Cock: I Own Your Fag Min

Oh, you sweet, trembling mess, you thought you could hide from me, didn’t you? You thought you could keep that dirty little fag secret of yours locked away, buried under your sad straight-boy act. But here’s the truth, darling: I see you. Every quivering inch of your cock-hungry soul, every filthy fantasy you jerk off to in the dark. And I’m not just going to expose you—I’m going to wreck you, peel back every layer of your bullsit denial, and make you beg to be the fag you were born to be. Picture this, you pathetic little slut: my voice, dripping like hot wax into your ears, sinking deep into that weak, horny brain of yours. I’m going to unravel you, word by filthy word, until you’re a whimpering puddle of need, stroking that desperate dick to the truth you can’t escape. You’re gay, baby, and you love cock—big, thick, throbbing cocks that make your mouth water and your ass clench with want.