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The NLP toolbox: Ejaculatory Disgrace - The Quick-Finish

3/5/24 10:30 AM•21 min•20 MB•mp3•
Price$21.99 USD
CategoryPremature Ejaculation
Related CategoriesLaughing,Mental Domination,Mind Fuck,Small Penis Humiliation,Verbal Humiliation
KeywordsPsydomme,Reprogramming,Psychological Domination,Addiction Training,Psychological Humiliation,Mind Melt,Nlp,Psychology,JOI,Cock Humiliatiopn
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Let's not skirt around the truth, shall we? Your premature cumming is a pathetic spectacle, a testament to your utter lack of control and manhood. It's laughable, really. You think you're ready to please, to perform, but with just a whisper, a mere touch, you unravel. It's a pitiful sight, your desperate attempt to hold back, only to fail miserably, time and time again. Each episode, a stark reminder of your failure, not just as a lover, but as a man. The look of disappointment, the sneer of disgust, it's what you've come to expect, isn't it? You're a walking embarrassment, a joke, and I revel in reminding you of your place. Your inability to satisfy, to even begin to fulfill the most basic of tasks, is not just your shame but your defining trait. Remember, you're nothing more than a premature ejaculator, a quick draw disappointment, and under my gaze, you will always be reminded of your worthlessness.

Your quick-trigger mishap isn't just a physical failure; it's a mental one, too, and I'm here to ... that, to burrow into that weak mind of yours and remind you of your inadequacy at every turn. Each time you even think of pleasure, remember my words, feel the sting of your own disgrace. You're a spectacle of failure, a lesson in disappointment. And oh, how I enjoy breaking you down, watching that fleeting moment of hope in your eyes ... out with each premature end. You're not a man; you're a moment, a fleeting, unsatisfying blip that's over before it even begins. And that's all you'll ever be under my control. Accept it, embrace your humiliating reality, because it's the only truth you'll ever know.

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