How fast can you disgrace yourself for me, beta boy? You'll use one finger only — your index finger — nothing else. No grip, no stroke, no palm. Just that weak little finger, rubbing the tip of your sad, trembling cock. Right where it's most sensitive — because I know you're hypersensitive. A real beta, built to blow the second real pressure hits. I'll roll my hips, arch my back, let the dress slip off one shoulder. I'll bite my lip and whisper how disgustingly easy it is to make you cum. How you've never lasted more than a minuet when a real woman like me commands it.. How you crave this — being reduced to a quivering mess, jerking your tiny cock to a single finger while I watch with amused disdain. I want you to prove how pathetic you are, and to further sink you deeper into spiraling betahood. So, are you ready to test your worth, prejack beta?