By Ebony Rivers – Queen of Heat, Priestess of Pleasure, and Your Midnight Obsession
Mmm… let me guess, baby. You’ve been sitting there all day, screen glowing, dick twitching, brain fried to mush, and hands? Oh honey, your hands are slick from hours of stroking that aching cock. You’re not just jerking off, are you? Nah. You’re gooning. You’re fucking lost in it—and damn, I live for that shit.
Let mama Ebony take you deeper.
What the Fuck Is Gooning?
Let me break it down, you dirty little animal. Gooning isn’t your average wham-bam-wank. It’s not a five-minute porn scroll while you hide from your roommates. No, baby. Gooning is a goddamn ritual. A marathon. A descent into pure fucking blissful insanity.
It’s hours. Sometimes days. You stroke, tease, edge, drool, moan—until your brain turns to jello and all you can do is grunt and worship the cock in your hand like it’s the last goddamn thing on Earth.
Why I Fucking Love Watching Gooners
You don’t think I watch, sugar? Oh, Ebony sees everything. And watching a man sink into that primal, useless puddle of goon-drunk madness? That shit makes me wetter than a busted fire hydrant in July.
Your eyes glaze. Your lips part. You’re twitching, begging, losing control. You’re not thinking anymore—you’re just stroking. And I’ll be right there in your ears, whispering filth, guiding your hand, pushing you deeper until you can’t remember your own name—just the rhythm, the lust, the burn.
Tips from Ebony’s Sinful Playbook
Want to impress the high priestess of perversion? Then listen up, slut:
- Set the fucking mood – I want candles, headphones, and enough lube to drown a goddamn dolphin.
- Talk to me – Whisper my name. Moan it. Chant it like I’m your damn religion.
- Edge until your cock screams – That pathetic whimper you make when you back off right before the nut? That’s my fucking lullaby.
- Lose yourself – You ain’t allowed to cum until I say so. You don’t even exist unless you’re stroking.
Confess to Ebony
Done gooning? Still twitching? Covered in your own sin and begging for redemption? I want it all, baby. Send your filthy confessions, your soaked-up tissues, and your pathetic praise to Ebony’s Temple of Stroking Madness.
Let me own your brain. Let me drown you in stroke. Let me ruin you.
Ebony Rivers, signing off.
Until next time, my little goon slave… keep stroking. Keep drooling. And don’t you dare fucking cum without my permission.
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