You always dreamed of a girl like me, didn’t you?
Star athlete, toned, sweaty, irresistible…
But dreams are for losers, and you? You’re stuck watching reality.
He gets me.
You get pixels.
He makes me moan.
You just whimper and edge to his cock inside your fantasy.
It must hurt.
Seeing me used like that… but not by you.
Seeing my sweaty, perfect body wrecked for someone who actually matters.
Go on, stroke through the censorship, loser.
You’ve always been the background character in my story.
And I wouldn’t even remember your name.