He holds the burger in the quiet room, its warmth fading in his hands. It becomes more than food—a vessel for a deeper hunger he cannot name. When he finally takes a bite, it feels less like eating, and more like answering a private desire that lingers beneath the surface.
If I ever lived with another gooner I’d make cum on the food they ate so they always had on their mind and body 🌀 I want them to be obsessed with every part of me 😵💫