All that matters right now is your cock and me. That stiff cock, stiffer and stiffer with every stroke, my teasing body lulling you into mindlessness. You’re so close to that edge…until I pull you ever so slightly back. And then closer still. And back again. My cleavage is right in your face, my tits shaking, my ass bouncing in my sheer panties…am I going to break your brain? You don’t care. You hold the edge. All that matters right now is your cock and me. It’s easy to sacrifice your brain when this feels so good. The endless masturbation, your endlessly dripping cock, the excruciating mindless pleasure teasing you closer and then pulling you back. You beg for more. You jerk as fast as you can, and then so slowly it makes you ache. One hand twisting around the head, the other madly stroking up and down the shaft, and you can’t even remember your own name. What’s your name? Gooner. You’re just a dripping, wimpering little gooner now.