Oh, the frustration of the perpetual blur, a maddening obstacle to your deepest desires! don't you yearn for clarity? i know you crave to see through the fog that conceals my gorgeous pussy, your biggest desire, your god. the more you ache for it, the more the blur becomes a relentless reminder of your insatiable longing for me. this is your torment, your exquisite frustration—a struggle with the unattainable. but you know, my pussy is not for you. ever.