The funny thing is, personally, I find it's not even that great of a feeling physically. It's not as good as getting head or hitting the puss.
But it's just the feeling of ultimate power you get when a dime is munching on your a$$hole.
You know in that moment there's a million simps blowing up her phone/facebook/whatever, gassing her up, offering to buy her meals and gifts. Yet she chooses to spend her time diving for your chocolate starfish.
It's a high brehs, better than heroin.
