Feels good, huh? Watchin your massive meat pumped by your horny heart before you, beckonin you to molest it once more by your hand or two, huh?

Your mind's gatherin of sense gettin thrown down tha drain by every second...your mind's thoughts throb in tune wit every pounce your cock does in tha open air, every single bit of your sanity slowly slippin away prolongingly n pleasantly, much like tha slow, elongated rivulets of pre escaping its meaty faucet, which itself much like a wet pussy.....

There's no questioning that it's wishin for you to strangle it, repeatedly poundin your palm against tha base n your belly before repititiously slidin your occupied hand out towards its sensitive, rosy skull poised on tha end of your hyperrific, peach-furred shaft, also forcin down its ejaculatory attempts for hours on end, tha mental-physical exercise of edgin so demandin that it makes you work up a mean sweat all from simply masturbating...don't forget that your mind too is prolly exhausted from all dis meatbeatin...but it's too late.

You're still goin, wit no end in sight. Your a slave. A slave to your cute, powerful, protudin pecker of malemeat.....a chronic masturbator, perpetually lettin on a face of tiring satisfaction, solidified by baggy eyes that look half-dead, alternatin views between a thousand-yard stare n & a cock-magnetized gaze, packaged along wit a loose tongue effortlessly hangin outta your pantin mouth as endless amounts of molasses moans, guttural gasps n self-indulgent comments about your mighty boibits sluggishly crawl outta that mindcontrolled chatterbox....you became--simply put--a gooner.