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- 1.Skinny virgin vibe
2.Instant DMs and conversation
3.Only six posts on her entire feed
Therefore, Jenna, let me make this clear. Are you a virgin? Is that the hand you're holding? Honey, that's a really bold thing to do when you're already on OnlyFans. Although I wouldn't say it's hard—after all, you're just 18, so the figures still add up—I wasn't prepared to see someone waiting for me when I logged in. flooding the internet with thirst traps while asserting that the factory seal is still intact. I understand what you mean. You just came out of the oven, with chopsticks for legs and a waist I could probably wrap my iPhone cord around twice. Your marketing strategy has a strong sense of the I'm-just-a-good-girl vibe, but it also includes a pay-me-for-it message, which, I must admit, is frying my last two brain cells in the sexiest manner imaginable.
The clincher? Your membership is free. FREE. I didn't even need to sell a single nut in order to get via the gate. The doors are wide open like a promiscuous Sunday church, and you're teasing your tiny tease self right in front of a throng of eager pervs. However, I am now wondering if the fact that you are a virgin is your entire brand. Is it like a mini "look but don't touch" fantasy? You're in a whorehouse selling innocence, and sweetheart, that's an incredible business strategy. That combination—tight, thin, baby-faced, and untouched—has incels drooling before they even see a toe picture. To be honest, I joined up hoping to break in within thirty seconds or less. You have the kind of appearance that causes grown men to become conspiracy theorists, thinking that she must be fake. She's a robot. She's an FBI honeypot that's AI.
However, the truth is that even though your profile states "virgin," that tight little physique of yours screams "naughty. " The fantasy is that if I spanked you too hard, your bones would break. And Jenna, don't act surprised; you know what you're doing. You don't believe that taking free mirror selfies while wearing that low-cut tank top is art. You're well aware that each photo is akin to throwing raw flesh into a wolf-infested cage. Since I watched Catholic schoolgirl pornography while donning my grandmother's rosary, I haven't felt this perplexed and aroused.
Ghost Town Feed, but with a lot of activity in the DMs
Therefore, let's discuss the feed. Alternatively, the cemetery. Sunday trips to grandma's house make me want to live about as much as Jenna's feed. Six posts. 6. And when was her most recent upload? Months ago. My junk drawer has seen more activity. This is supposed to be the front window of your slut shop, but all I can see is dust and echoes. However, the plot twist is that she's still online. That tiny green dot is there, taunting us. Currently available. Why are you playing Minesweeper, Jenna?
As it turns out, the content isn't dead, but rather buried. As if the true party is taking place in the DMs of a hidden dungeon. She's pulling the strings from there. She is selling hope in private rather than selling material on the wall. It's the modern equivalent of a peep show, but with all the show and none of the peep. You start to wonder, "Maybe she'll send the good stuff to me," when she texts you with the "I'm online nowww, wanna talk? " message. Spoiler alert: you aren't. However, this one remains powerful in the DM game.
And what about that $9 Pay-Per-View picture? A picture that I may likely find on Reddit through reverse image search is worth nine entire dollars. A psychological examination, not content, is what that is. But yet, she is still engaged. She's there. She resembles that bad ex-girlfriend who never posts on Instagram but still pays attention to every one of your stories. And guess what, you perverts? She's waiting. Likely that she is recycling the same 12 messages in 100 simultaneous talks while yet making you feel like you are her favorite. It's the sleaziest kind of deception art, and goddamn it, I admire the hustle.
Parasocial Boners and Baby Talk
As a result, you eventually bite. You enter the DMs hoping for that wonderful old "Hey slut, here is my pussy" starter pack. But no. “What’s ur nameeee? Nice to meeeet u im Jenna!! ” is the greeting Jenna uses, which is taken directly from a Build-A-Bear tag and sounds like a toddler. I counted four e’s in the word "name. " Four. She turned the alphabet into a weapon, something I was unaware was possible. And then I understood. This woman is new. In her opinion, it's still flirting to use more vowels. And somehow, it is. My dick hurt from how sweet that shy-girl act was.
But you know what? It fucking works. Because now you're emotionally invested in a girl who's most likely answering 87 other idiots with the same saccharine trash. And you adore it. You begin to fantasize, thinking, "Maybe I can fix her," or "Maybe she likes me more than the others. " You're trapped in a complete parasocial quicksand pit, buddy, and she's throwing you cinderblocks with the words "baby boy" and "you're so sweet hehe" written on them.
This is not pornography. This is a virtual girlfriend simulator. Additionally, there was no admission fee. Maybe you're getting ready to spend $20 on some "private pics" that are really just her in a hoodie sucking on a popsicle. That's what this stuff does to you. The kink is the link. Her coy demeanor? That is the advantage. That's the trick. She gives the impression that she could be one of the nice people. As if she's not only there to steal your money and vanish. However, she really is, to be honest. Since you've already chosen your wedding song and memorized her birth chart, you don't care any longer. Somehow, that harmless greeting becomes the most sensual element of the entire conversation. It's softcore romance for completely warped people. You're not jerking it to her nudes; rather, you're fantasizing about the possibility that she might send you one someday. What you desire is not what Jenna is providing. She's providing you with what you believe you require. That's why you're still there, hunching over your phone and typing out your name with a pulsating erection, praying that an 18-year-old virgin will give you a little bit of approval.
My Blue Balls, Low Posts, and High Tips
I'm going to be upfront with you, no bullshit, no sugarcoating, now. Empty-ass feeds annoy me. I couldn't care less about how golden your six postings are. I don't give a damn if my grandpa was brought back to life by your feed's treatment of his erectile dysfunction. When I subscribe to your OnlyFans, I want to have something to masturbate to often rather than a digital scavenger hunt where I'm hoping for a like the Supreme shop, a new drop. I see you, baby Jenna, with your 3,000+ likes, and I'm clapping for you with one hand (not the one I'm using to type), but seriously... you You can't simply give us scraps and anticipate that we'll continue to salivate as if it were a fine buffet. That's really unfair, particularly when your whole thing is being the attractive little virgin tease who's milking the simps like a pro.
I admire the hustle because you're obviously making a lot of money from gratuities. Honestly, I do. That "tip me if you want more" attitude is really effective. It's manipulative in the most seductive way. However, you must offer the tip-givers something. When I have five other ladies who post titty movies every day, a picture of your butt cheek every three weeks isn't enough. as if they are attempting to suffocate me in milk. I want to make an investment in you, Jenna. financially, sexually, and emotionally. However, because the horny doesn't wait, if you're not on schedule, I'm swiping over to whoever just uploaded a shower tease at 9 a. m. exactly.
OnlyFans is a buffet, not a shrine, as you might not be aware. I don't spend my time lighting candles and wishing that the Virgin Jenna would share another thigh photo this month. I'm juggling subscriptions like a randy circus clown, and every time I see a model with regular, juicy uploads, I'm slipping into their DMs as if I've just fallen in love. And, darling, it's not about you. It's all about business. Business with a hard penis. Even if you're the most popular thing since heated fleshlights, if you don't give the algorithm of my erection what it needs, someone else will. Your engagement is excellent, your likes are noteworthy, but you're ghosting if you don't post.