I know exactly what you’ve been doing. Don’t even try to pretend. You’ve been watching porn and jerking off for hours, haven’t you? Eyes glazed, brain buzzing, hand moving on autopilot while you tell yourself just one more video. And then I show up with My perfect tits and knowing smirk and suddenly you’re done for. I talk, and you twitch. I laugh, and you leak. Every word pushes you further down that rabbit hole of desperation and need. You’ll never stop watching porn and jerking off for Mee, because deep down, you don’t want to. You’d rather stay here—jerking, gooning, ruined—for Me. Go on. Be honest. You live for this. I’m the reason your phone battery never survives the night. My body’s your homepage, my voice your addiction. You scroll, you edge, you goon, until you forget what real feels like. You’re not just masturbating anymore, you’re jerking and gooning, sinking deeper with every stroke, every breath I take. You love how I talk to you like I own your addiction—because I do. So go on. Keep watching, keep jerking, keep gooning. Let’s see how wild you can get for me.
