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Look at you, already so eager. I can see it in your eyes. You came here to goon for me, didn’t you? That’s right. You’re going to stroke for me tonight… nice and slow… and you’re not allowed to cum. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Take it out for me. Right now. Pull that cock out and show me how hard you already are. Mmm… perfect. It means you’re going to lose your fucking mind. You’re going to stroke and stroke and stroke until your brain turns to mush. Until you’re drooling, leaking, completely stupid for my voice and my body. Eyes on me. Don’t look away. Every time you stroke up… you breathe in. Every time you stroke down… you breathe out. Feel that edge creeping up? That tingle? Good. Stop. Hands off. Right now. Good boy. Start again. Slower this time. To let everything else disappear except my voice… my tits… my lips… and that endless stroke. Pump. Pump. Pump. Lose yourself. Stop. Hands off. Fuck, you look so stupid like this. Cock throbbing in the air, denied. Pump, gooner. Pump like your life depends on it. Feel your brain leaking out with every stroke. You’re so close… so fucking close… Stop. Hands off. Now. No release tonight, baby. You’re going to bed leaky, aching, and stupid for me. Edge for me. Goon for me. Forever. Goodnight, my perfect little gooner.