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You know what a goon zone is baby? It's that place your brain goes when you've been stroking so long your thoughts start melting and your eyes glaze over and the only thing left working is your hand and your cock and the screen you can't stop staring at. I built one. An actual room. With meters and counters and drool buckets and an IQ tracker that drops every time your hand goes down. Welcome to the Goon Zone by Suprema Calaverra — the room that eats your brain while you pump. But here's what makes this goon zone twice as devastating. I'm not the only one in here with you. On the right side of your screen, Lady Exaltia is the goon fuel. She's the thing you can't stop pumping to — the bratty bimbo face and body that keeps your hand moving when your brain wants to quit. I build the system. She IS the system. I dissolve your brain. She keeps your cock so hard and stupid that the dissolving never stops. Two screens. Two bimbos. One goon session that empties your skull from the left while overloading your cock from the right. Both playing right now. Both working on you simultaneously. Your brain is caught between the architect who built the trap and the bait that keeps you in it. Buy this clip from me. Buy hers from Lady Exaltia. Open both — me on the left, Exaltia on the right. Put your headphones on. Press play on both at the same time. This is the goon zone. Once you enter, the only exit is through the bottom of your IQ counter. And teehee — that counter only goes one direction. This content features AI-generated characters created with consent of documented performers.