Những câu chuyện cổ tích gooning dành cho những người trưởng thành - Goon

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Once upon a depraved night, in the kingdom of endless lust, there lived a gooner slave, forever bound to the whims of his wicked Spiraling Goddess. His days and nights were consumed by an insatiable craving, a relentless need to stroke, edge, and goon at the behest of his commanding Mistress. She was a figure of cruel beauty, her voice a siren's call that led him deeper into the abyss of his own debasement. Each stroke was a testament to his degradation, a rhythmic dance of shame and ecstasy. The Spiraling Goddess, with her mesmerizing gaze and seductive cruelty, wove tales of perversion and humiliation that ensnared his mind. Stroke for me, my pathetic gooner, she would purr, her words dripping with contempt and desire. Edge for your Goddess, and ... in the sea of your own denied release.