V-Day Anti-Therapy - Enjoy Jerking To Brat Rejection Loser!
Guess what, loser? I asked all my girlfriends which sad little fucktard they think will be spending Valentine's Day completely alone, cry-jerking to humiliation clips, filling tissues with failure slime in front of his screen like the red-faced embarrassment he is... and every single one guessed YOU! Uh-huh y'little virgin - you're the ultimate undateable reject, the runt everyone knows will be home alone while loved-up couples celebrate being in actual relationships. Did you delude yourself into thinking maybe a hot girl like me would waste her V-Day on a pathetic simp like you, this year? Huh? Did you think maybe 2026 would be your lucky year? Haha! Nope! You're WAY too ugly, WAY too weak and pathetic, way, way, WAY too unfuckable! Girls like me get wined, dined, spoiled and then fucked totally senseless by alphas, all while you fund the gifts and meals and all the little treats like the desperate dateless wallet you are. <br><br>No V-Day attention for you, no kisses, no sex - NOTHING but edging to brat rejection, knowing you're the punchline of every group chat guessing the loneliest loser on Valentines Day. Haha! So keep stroking that unwanted cock, V-Day virgin - pump harder as I remind you how real men are out spoiling girls like me with gifts you bought, dinners you paid for, and hotel rooms where they'll get to rail us all night. While they're having the best sex of the year so far - you'll be having the WORST night of your life so far - because your "hot date" isn't gonna be sucking your cock - she's not undressing from the pretty lingerie she picked out to wear for you - she's not making cute sex-noises as she rides you like a hot cowgirl... No - your hot date is me mocking you on your screen, laughing at how you'll end the night crying into a sock full of your own unwanted cum while I get the romance you fantasize about. <br><br>Edge to the truth, dummy: stroke to the fact you're funding my perfect Valentine's with a stud who actually deserves my body, while your only "love" is bratty rejection from girls WAY out of your league. And when the clock strikes midnight on your miserable V-Day, you'll still be alone, leaking and broken, realizing this anti-therapy was exactly what you needed - a brutal reminder that you'll never be wanted by the girls you obsess over, never be loved by beautiful brats like me, no - you're just a gooning reject celebrating your eternal loneliness with tears and ruined strokes. Just like every year before this one and every one still to come. Happy Valentine's Day, loser - may it be the most traumatic, unfuckable night of your pathetic life so far!
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