preciousdoll

The ones who have completely surrendered. The ones who wake up, spread their legs, and immediately start gooning like it’s their only purpose in life. Eyes half-lidded, mouth open, drooling onto their tits while they mindlessly scroll and rub their swollen, leaky pussies for hours on end. No thoughts. No responsibilities. Just endless, brain-melting gooning until their minds are turned into warm, sticky, cock-obsessed mush.

They’re so far gone they don’t even pretend anymore. They’ll send me voice notes where they can barely speak, just pathetic whimpers and broken moans, admitting they’ve been edging for six straight hours, that they’ve ruined three pairs of panties, that they can’t even hold a normal conversation because their brains are too fried from gooning. They get off on how disgusting and addicted they’ve become. They love being called brain dead goon sluts. They love knowing they’re nothing but leaky, desperate, pussy-rubbing degenerates now.

The best ones are completely shameless about it. They’ll edge for days, ruin their orgasms on purpose, then immediately go right back to rubbing because the denial feels better than cumming. They live in a constant state of horny, stupid bliss, soaked panties, glazed eyes, and a permanent ache between their legs.

I love when they message me completely broken barely able to type, voice notes full of wet, sloppy sounds and desperate little “please Sir” whimpers while they keep gooning like the pathetic addicts they are.Be that girl for me.Be brain dead.

Be degenerate.

Be completely addicted to gooning your pretty little pussy stupid for hours every single day.

"aw, that’s a big word for you!”

“hey, slow down. use your words.”

“you’re trying so hard, aren’t you?”

“see? wasn’t that easier when i explained it?”

“you almost had it. almost.”

“don’t strain yourself.”

boyfriend who gets off on watching you get dumber

“poor baby, the thoughts are all leaking out.”

“look at that pretty, blank stare.”

“tell me when your brain stops hurting.”