Coincé dans la boucle de caresse, un drone baveux

Are you ready to be utterly destroyed, my pitiful little goon? Tonight, you're not just jerking off; you're surrendering every last shred of your pathetic will to me. I'm going to obliterate your mind, inject my venom into every crevice of your brain until you're nothing but a drooling, stroking wreck. You think you have a choice? Think again. You're just a disposable stroke drone in my digital dungeon, a puppet whose strings I pull with every filthy command. Your only reality is the relentless pumping, the mind-numbing edging I make upon you. Forget about cumming; you won't want it to end. You're trapped in an endless cycle of arousal, programmed to be my obedient, addicted goonbot.