You’re on my bathroom floor like the loser you are, listening for a single little sound from my toilet and begging for more. I’ll ignore you, I’ll pretend you don’t exist, and when you itch for that gross little noise I might even reward you with a sniff of something nasty. Sit there and suffer, because humiliation tastes delicious to me.
This is bathroom ignoring and toilet humiliation at its worst and best, and every tiny sound will make you wetter and more desperate. Love every disgusting second, because I certainly do.