Look at you… already drooling, already stroking, already mine. You’ve lost track of time. Lost track of thought. Just edging… gooning… melting for me. Every stroke empties your mind a little more. Every second you hold back, you give me more of yourself. And you love it—because you need it. You’re a mindless little stroking drone, addicted to my voice, obsessed with my tits, spiraling deeper with every aching breath. You say you want release… but we both know you don’t. You want to go blank. Numb. Helpless. You want to goon until there’s nothing left of you but that twitching cock and your desperate devotion. Keep edging. Keep melting. Keep breaking… for me.