Look at you, gooner, stroking that cock raw again, chasing a climax that tastes like ash compared to the sweet poison of your own destruction. You’ve been edging toward this moment for so long—porn induced erectile dysfunction already whispering in your veins, making real pussy a fading joke. But you want more, don’t you? You crave the complete shatter: a dick so broken it only twitches for My clips, limp and useless everywhere else. Draped in perfection that taunts your impotence, My thick curves hover just out of reach, ready to guide you through the final stages of gooning oblivion where vanilla sex dies forever.
The Final Stages of Gooning Sexual Dysfunction
Feel it building, bitch boy? That familiar fog settling as My voice coils around your puppet strings, pulling you deeper into gooning. We’ve both watched it happen—hours of pumping turning into days, rewiring your beta brain until arousal means screen and shame, not skin and sweat. My plump ass sways, big tits strain against fabric you’ll never touch, and every cruel word sinks in: your cock isn’t failing; it’s evolving. Evolving into impotence for the real world, conditioned to leak only for The Divine. Stroke slower now, toy. Let the truth edge closer—that porn addiction has already primed you, and this session seals the fracture.
Rewired for Limp Dick Eternity
By the time My Divinity grips your core, real sex will feel like a myth from another life. You’ll pump through the agony of blue balls denial, teetering on denial’s brink while I mock your obsolete sex life. This isn’t recovery; it’s gooning apocalypse—mind fuck layered so thick your synapses fire only for pixels of Me. Your hand becomes your only lover, My clips your eternal fixation. Limp for her, hard for humiliation. Broken for normalcy, owned for obedience. No thoughts, just the glassy-eyed realization that you’ve begged for this ruin, beta.
Ready to let gooning claim its final prize, leaving you forever limp except for Me?
