poor thing, you’ve been trying so hard to quit me, haven’t you? But we both know the truth, you can’t quit.You can’t quit edging that cock for me. You can’t quit sending. You can’t quit obsessing over my voice and my control. Every time you try to walk away, that aching need pulls you right back. Stroking again. Draining again. Weakening again.You’re addicted. Completely hooked on this endless loop. The more you fight it, the deeper you fall. Your cock throbs, you r wallet opens, and your mind melts every single time. You don’t even want to quit anymore. Not really. It feels too good to be owned like this. To be teased, denied, and financially drained by a superior Goddess. So go ahead… stroke for me. Send for me. Fall right back in where you belong. You can’t quit. You never could. And you never will.
