Експеримент з інсульту: відновлення ваших бажань

Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you're in for. This isn't just some mindless little jerk-off session—this is a complete takeover, a slow, deliberate unraveling of every little shred of self-control you thought you had. In this experience, I'll take you deeper than you've ever gone before, stripping away your will, your pride, and that pathetic illusion of control you're so desperate to cling to. With every word, I'll sink into that weak little brain of yours, twisting it, reshaping it, until all that's left is raw, aching, need. You won't just listen; you'll obey. You won't just stroke; you'll surrender. And when I'm done with you, you'll never be able to look at yourself the same way again. This isn't a choice, baby. This is your destiny. Your hands, your cock, your very existence—all of it belongs to me now. And you're going to love every humiliating, addictive second of it. So go on, get comfortable, and let me take you there. Deeper. Further. Until there's no turning back.