You start with just one… then another… then another… “Just one more” echoing in your ears as your hand moves on its own. Each drain floods you with pleasure, then wipes your mind clean—so perfect you can’t remember why you’d ever stop.
No worries. No hesitation. Just endless obsession, endless sends, endless fuzzy bliss. You’re mine now. Repeat after me: “I need to send… Just one more…” Drain for me, good ATM.
