when he finally broke—called her Goddess out loud, said it while staring at her selfie with his pants around his ankles—she messaged: “Good goon.Now send your password.I’ll drain you better than you ever could.” He typed it with one hand.…
She started giving orders. Not to cum. Not to think. Just to edge. Always edging.“Goon for me, idiot.““Edge on my thighs.”“Loop this reel 50 times. Don’t blink.” He obeyed.He loved obeying.The moment she sent a selfie with “#drainedpig” across her…
He didn’t mean to follow her. The first time was innocent enough—an explore page stumble, a late-night thirst trap: her in sheer red mesh, back arched, phone angled low to catch the swell of her hips and the smirk that…
They said the Heart grove Forest devoured those who strayed too deep. No teeth, but want. With hunger. soft, slick mouths hidden in shadows, and voices that licked at your thoughts. Elira was warned, of course. But something inside her—something…
‘I am nothing but an obedient, brainless, fuckable object.’ Say it until you believe it.” “From now on, when you hear:‘Open, toy’,Your body responds automatically.Mouth, legs, mind — open.Open and dripping with need.Because you’re not a person.You’re an obedient, degraded…
when he finally broke—called her Goddess out loud, said it while staring at her selfie with his pants around his ankles—she messaged: “Good goon.Now send your password.I’ll drain you better than you ever could.” He typed it with one hand.…
She started giving orders. Not to cum. Not to think. Just to edge. Always edging.“Goon for me, idiot.““Edge on my thighs.”“Loop this reel 50 times. Don’t blink.” He obeyed.He loved obeying.The moment she sent a selfie with “#drainedpig” across her…
He didn’t mean to follow her. The first time was innocent enough—an explore page stumble, a late-night thirst trap: her in sheer red mesh, back arched, phone angled low to catch the swell of her hips and the smirk that…
They said the Heart grove Forest devoured those who strayed too deep. No teeth, but want. With hunger. soft, slick mouths hidden in shadows, and voices that licked at your thoughts. Elira was warned, of course. But something inside her—something…
‘I am nothing but an obedient, brainless, fuckable object.’ Say it until you believe it.” “From now on, when you hear:‘Open, toy’,Your body responds automatically.Mouth, legs, mind — open.Open and dripping with need.Because you’re not a person.You’re an obedient, degraded…