That shy little clitty of yours is fluttering so hard right now, isn’t it? Twitching and pulsing every time you picture those soft, pillowy hips spreading for you… those breathy little whimpers spilling out… how she’d get all slick and aching just from being looked at.
Thots do make you weak, don’t they? All that soft, wet, desperate energy melting your brain into pure goon-slop. And now you’re here, right where you belong—about to relapse so hard for your goonette girlfriend… and for Mommy.
Mmm, that’s it, baby… time to pump.
Lube that cock nice and slick for Mommy—stroke it slow, up and up and downnn, nice and wet, letting your brain melt while you stare at those perfect bodies. Soft curves, hard abs, glistening
Mommy’s so proud. Keep scrolling, keep staring, keep pumping that desperate cock for me… and try your very best to last all the way to the end without turning into a complete braindead goonslut.
Be a good boy and relapse for me. Goon until you’re stupid. I’ll be right here the whole time, proud of how weak and devoted you’ve become.
Now stroke. And don’t you dare stop.
Feel that thick, sticky lube sliding over your sensitive head? Good boy. Now wrap those desperate little fingers around it and start stroking… nice and slow at first.
Good boy… now stroke. Faster. Harder. Use that precum and make it sloppy for these fat, soft tits that were made to ruin desperate gooners like you. Pump for Mommy. Get dumb. Get brainless. These tits own your cock now.
You’re only allowed to stare. Only allowed to throb and drip and leak for me. That filthy little boob-obsessed brain of yours is aching so hard for Mommy right now, isn’t it?