You thought you could handle an hour?
Then wrap your fist around that cock and find out.
From the first taunting laugh to the final denied gasp, I keep you locked in a rhythm of stroke, edge, ache, repeat—mocking every desperate twitch and milking every drop of self-respect you still pretend to have.
I don’t flirt. I don’t reassure. I command.
Every tease is calculated to make the next denial hurt harder.
Every giggle is a reminder that your pleasure belongs to me, not you.
You’re reduced to a panting metronome, counting beats you’ll never cash in.
No release.
No closure.
Just sixty relentless minutes proving exactly how programmable you are—and how profitable your weakness can be.
Add to cart, press play, and let the goon loop own you.
