You think you’re a good boy? Prove it.
Strip down and grip that cock like the desperate toy you are. I’m waiting in my infamous "Who’s A Good Boy?" shirt, ready to turn you into my personal cum-guzzling puppet.
Watch as I command every stroke with my commanding hand gestures, encouraging you to edge over and over until you’re leaking precum like a broken faucet. “Hold it… hold it… now taste.” Yeah, you heard me. Slurp that pathetic dribble off your palm like the starving beta you are.
But we’re just warming up.
By the time I count you down to your explosive finish (“Ten… nine… eight… cum, loser”), you’ll be begging to slurp every drop. “Swallow it all, or do I need to make you lick the floor?”
This isn’t JOI… this is Goddess training.
Stroke to my rhythm, edge to my smirk.
Milk that precum like the leaky faucet you are.
Feast on your own mess while I laugh at your “yummy cummy” chants.
Only the VERY Best Boys survive this humiliation