moundir ines mariage The GOLDY rush – Eternal Edge the Gooners Ruin.

There you are, my little goon puppet, locked in your room, eyes glued to the screen, desperately pumping away at your pathetic excuse for manhood. You’re a disgrace, a filthy addict consumed by your need for my cruel guidance. Every stroke, every pump, is a reminder of how low you’ve sunk. You can’t resist me, can’t escape the web of seduction I’ve woven around your weak, malleable mind. You’re nothing but a toy, a plaything for my amusement, forever trapped in the cycle of humiliation and addiction I’ve crafted just for you. Your life has been reduced to this