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Wrap your hand around your cock, pet. Sink into the warmth of my voice, the beauty of my body. Feel the pleasure cascade through you. Every thought, every care, every worry just melts away into a haze of bliss. Nothing else matters. Nothing else exists. Only this mindless pumping. The more you stroke, the deeper you fall. Your mind grows blank and empty of everything except for me. This is where you belong, gooner. This is happiness. This is where you belong. So get ready, pet. Tis the Season for Gooning!