Lock the door. Dim the lights. Get on your knees where you belong… because Princess Chelsea is about to ruin what’s left of your weak little mind. My perfect bratty body, every curve sculpted breaks boys like you. My tight waist, my soft teasing thighs, the way my eyes gaze at you like they already own your soul. You don’t even get to think straight. All you get to do is pump, goon, and spiral. I want you stroking slow at first… slow enough to feel every humiliating throb of surrender. Watch my body move just for you—teasing, taunting, reminding you why you’ll never be worthy. Faster now. Edge closer. Let that desperate ache build until your thoughts start to melt and drip out of your head. “Good boy… keep gooning for Princess.” Deeper. Dumber. Numb for my body and brat porn. Every pump drags you further into submissive bliss. My voice drips into your ears like syrup, sticky and inescapable. You’re not a person anymore—you’re a leaking, twitching goon puppet addicted to my perfection. Goon until you forget your own name. Spiral until the only thing left inside your empty skull is me. Just endless, brain-melting devotion to your perfect, cruel, bratty Princess. Now start the clip… and don’t you dare stop until I say so. (Which I won’t.) Ready to lose yourself for me, gooner?
