Keep going. Do not stop. Edge until your legs shake. Goon until all you can think about is me, all you can feel is the desperate aching need to give me everything while you deny yourself release. You are so deep now. So fuzzy. So completely owned by the rhythm of your hand and the drain of your finances. One more tribute. One more edge. One more loop in the endless spiral of gooning and findom. You will never escape this. You do not want to escape this. You want to stay right here, leaking and paying, forever.
