What I'm about to do to you right now isn't a fantasy. This is forever. You won't be able to just turn off the video and go back to your old life. You'll thank me with every stroke, every edge, every hour you lose to porn. Sit down. Take your cock out. Wrap your hand around it — not too tight. Just feel it coming alive for me. You will not cum. Ever. Good gooners don't cum. They stay on the edge. For hours. For days. In a constant, throbbing, dumb, beautiful state. This is your new existence. Breathe deeply. In through your nose — hold — out through your mouth. With every inhale, you breathe in the scent of total surrender. With every exhale, you let go of the real world a little more. Now fuck the air. Move your hips. Thrust into nothing. Because you don't have pussy anymore. Your pussy is the screen. Your pussy is me. I am your eternal, wet, warm, always ready cunt. Don't take your eyes off mine. Not for a second. You want Exaltia to be pleased. You want to be my perfect, broken gooner. Now begin. And never stop. Never.
