You’ve been craving something deeper. More intense. More invasive. You don’t just want me in your head – you want me living there, rearranging the furniture, tearing out the foundation, replacing it with my own designs. You’ve been begging for that final breaking point… where your mind and cock stop working the way they used to. Where you can’t even remember what it was like to get hard without me. Where your dick is just a useless, twitching liability between your legs – trained on ruined orgasms, pre-jac conditioning, endless edging, until it’s good for nothing anymore besides making me laugh at how pathetic you are. Making you worse and worse until you’re nothing but a horny, broken prejac loser for Goddess.
