Heavenly Tease and Hellish Denial
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In the celestial heights of the angelic goon paradise, a realm of ethereal ecstasy, a desperate soul finds himself caught in a divine dance of pleasure. Guided by the soft, encouraging whispers of angelic beings, you are coaxed toward the brink of heavenly release, each stroke a step closer to sublime bliss. The air resonates with the purity of his longing, his every movement an ode to the sacred act of self-pleasure, orchestrated by celestial beings who sing praises to his imminent climax. But as you teeter on the precipice of divine ecstasy, a dark shadow eclipses his paradise. The demon, a sinister specter of cruel mockery, swoops in with a devilish sneer, seizing control of his fate. With venomous glee, the demon denies him the release you craves, condemning him to an eternity of frustrated yearning. The demon's laughter echoes through the realm as the man is left aching and denied, unworthy of the pleasure you so desperately seek
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As an angel from the ethereal realms of goon paradise, I am here to guide you, you depraved,
insatiable jerk addict.
Embrace the exquisite filth of your desires as I lead you through this heavenly yet debauched
journey.
Picture yourself in the midst of celestial ecstasy, surrounded by the sheer radiance
of goon paradise.
Your hand, that loyal pumper, begins its sinful dance upon your eager flesh.
Feel the divine warmth envelop you, a sensual embrace from the heavens as you stroke relentlessly.
Each movement is a prayer, a sacred rite in this temple of self-pleasure.
The air is thick with the musk of your arousal, a heady scent that only fuels your carnal
hunger.
Your mind is clouded with lust, every thought drenched in debauchery.
Look at yourself, a lost soul in the throes of goon-induced madness.
Your eyes, glazed and unfocused, are windows to your depraved soul, a testament to your
insatiable yearning.
The rhythm of your hand quickens, a frenzied beat that echoes through the hallowed halls
of this paradise.
You are a slave to your desires, a puppet dancing to the tune of your own luxury.
Your breath comes in ragged gasps, each one a chorus of pleasure and sin.
You're teetering on the edge of oblivion, lost in the ecstasy of your own making.
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