Ohhh, look who’s back, you pathetic, drooling gooner. Couldn’t stay away, could you? One glimpse of me—blonde waves tumbling over this stupidly think pink top that’s so thin my hard nipples are practically cutting through it, tiny pleated skirt barely covering my ass—and your hand’s already sneaking down your pants like the desperate little addict you are.
Hi, loser. It’s Jamie. Your favorite coed cunt-tease with a sex drive that could power a small city and a mouth dirtier than your search history. And today? Today I’m in the mood to make you suffer for me.
You know what gooning is, right, dummy? It’s you sitting there like a brain-dead puppy, stroking that leaky cock in slow, torturous circles while I dangle just enough filthy promises to keep you right on the fucking edge. No release. No mercy. Just endless, stupid, glazed-over pumping until your mind turns to mush and all you can think about is how bad you need to taste me.
Imagine me perched on the edge of your desk, legs spread wide, skirt flipped up so you can see how glossy and swollen my pussy is just from watching you edge. I drag one finger through my slick folds—slow, deliberate—then hold it up dripping. “This could be all over your tongue if you were a good boy,” I taunt, smirking. “But you’re not. You’re just a gooning slut who gets off on denial.”
I lean in close, breath hot against your ear. “Stroke slower. Yeah, like that—barely touching. Feel every ridge, every vein pulsing while I tell you how I’d grind this wet slit all over your face if you could last another hour without begging like a bitch.” I giggle, low and cruel, pinching my own nipple until I moan. “Bet you’re already throbbing, leaking like a faucet. Poor baby. Edge again. Stop. Hands off. Count to thirty while I finger myself right in front of you—loud, sloppy, making sure you hear how creamy you make me without ever getting to fuck it.”
I tilt my head, batting my lashes all innocent while my voice stays pure filth. “You’re not allowed to cum, ever. Not today. Maybe not ever. You’re just my pretty little goon toy now—pump, edge, leak, repeat. Stare at my tits bouncing, my thighs glistening, my smirk that says I own every pathetic drop of pre-cum you spill.”
So go ahead, idiot. Grip it. Stroke it. Edge for Jamie. Ruin what’s left of your brain while I sit here getting wetter knowing you’re completely fucking broken for me.
Don’t you dare finish.
xoxoxo 💕
your filthy fucking brat 💋
Jamie