She teases, asking if you want her. Of course, you do. But she laughs it off. "Sorry, not right now. Just watch and jerk off in the corner." That's your place, isn't it? In the shadows, a desperate voyeur to her ecstasy. You're tormented, seeing her in every conceivable position, your cock painfully hard, aching for relief that never comes.

And when she finally grants you the chance, as you're about to burst, she snatches it away. A real man, a stud, pushes you aside, claiming her as she should be claimed. You're left there, hard and frustrated, while she moans louder, her pleasure a stark contrast to your despair. She looks at your swollen balls, mocking you, "Look how full they are. You're gonna stay like this for a long time." Then, as you're close again, your cock and balls just vanish, leaving you desperate and aching. Emily's laughter rings in your ears, "Aww, did someone lose their cock and balls? Looks like you'll stay horny forever." Back to the real man she goes, her moans piercing your soul, leaving you in an endless loop of humiliation and unfulfilled desire. You're a joke, a perpetual stroker, nothing more.

Psy Virtu-Reality: Blue Balls Forever - Emily's Laughing Stock

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