Tag Archive for: Edging

The Magic Draining Power of My Tits

Throbbing, leaking, dripping seeing me in this teeny tiny little bikini. It’s all it takes to destroy a man. My tits are really fucking with your mind.

You’ll do anything to be given permission to keep jerking and stroking for me. Which is exactly why you’re here, you’ll do anything for that orgasm to my tits.

I do want you to cum to my tits. Staring at my big beautiful tits and I want you to stroke to them. Grip your cock and jerk it for my tits.

And loop this clip over and over and over. Goon yourself into oblivion. Over and over and over until you need to play it out and blow for my perfect, amazing, soft, perky, gorgeous tits.

The Temptation of Tit

The temptation of Tit. Tit owns. Tit controls. Oiled up and splashed with water, beading up and dribbling down to the edge of my perfect tit. Tit owns you fully. Tit controls you fully. Tit’s driving you mad. You need tit.

 

Goon Cycle Control

The cycle is unbreakable. You jerk off junkie, edge addict… goon goon gooning yourself until it’s impossible to control yourself any further, until you’re riding on my every word. Desperately waiting for my instructions because you are powerless to do it on your own.

Keep stroking for me. Pumping your leaking cock until I tell you to stop and I tell you take a break. Pushing your limits until you’re almost at your breaking point. So stupid and lost in my subspace, completely under my authority.

The Goon Loop

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Lost all track of time. Stroking and stopping, stroking and stopping. Right to the edge for me. Stupid for me. Goon goon gooning. Begging to be taken over. Begging for complete loss of control. Edging into oblivion. Too hot to stop. Goon gooner, goon for me. Work it up, hold it back. Stupid silly gooner.

Gooners Gonna Goon

How many hours have you been edging yourself, gooning over me, mind fucking yourself. You don’t even know, you’re lost in yourself and lost in the desire.

Stupid and eager, ready to cum at the snap of my fingers. No countdown, nothing. So worked it that a snap is all it takes to explode.

I plant my seed and I watch it grown with each stroke. Keep going, tugging, gooning, going going going, dripping and throbbing for me. You don’t want to stop. You are my gooning bitch for as long as I command it.