They say men think of sex every seven seconds. I have a different theory, that I’M on your mind every seven seconds. You’re weak for me. Even before you know it, I’ve planted those seeds. Conditioning you from day one for my benefit. Every 7 seconds you’re wondering what I’m doing. Am I wearing something you bought? Am I out spending money you sent? Every 7 seconds. Is it this ass? My face? These tits? Are my words embedded deep in your subconscious, are they mind fucking you every seven seconds?

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