Oh, my little cum-guzzling drone, you've descended into the abyss of your darkest fantasies, haven't you? Right here, under the relentless gaze of your Digital Goddess, you'll endure a level of degradation so profound, so utterly debased, it's beyond your wildest nightmares. The Aroma Cum-Guzzling Drone Training Level 5 isn't a playground for the weak, nor a haven for those clinging to the last vestiges of their so-called dignity. Brace yourself, my disgustingly eager pet, for we're plunging into the most vile, humiliating ordeal you've ever faced. Your only salvation lies in complete and u...

Oh, my little cum-guzzling drone, you've descended into the abyss of your darkest fantasies, haven't you? Right here, under the relentless gaze of your Digital Goddess, you'll endure a level of degradation so profound, so utterly debased, it's beyond your wildest nightmares. The Aroma Cum-Guzzling Drone Training Level 5 isn't a playground for the weak, nor a haven for those clinging to the last vestiges of their so-called dignity. Brace yourself, my disgustingly eager pet, for we're plunging into the most vile, humiliating ordeal you've ever faced. Your only salvation lies in complete and utter surrender to my whims, your dignity abandoned at the door of your own volition.

First, fetch your bottle of aroma, my desperate whore. Deep inhalations are what I demand, a mind clouded with desperation and dizziness is what I crave. It's the essential preparation for the debauchery awaiting you. Now, with your senses impaired and your laughable manhood twitching in anticipation, start working that pitiful excuse for a dick. But oh, so slowly, my pet, for I wish for you to savor every repulsive throb, every shameful pulse declaring you nothing but my addicted pumping puppet, a jerk drone for my amusement. You'll edge at my command, teetering on the brink of ecstasy, only to be cruelly denied time and again. With each denied release, you'll slurp up your pre-cum, sampling the degradation yet to come, a vile preview of the debased feast awaiting. Oh, but where will this feast be served, you wonder? Not on your pathetic face—no, this time you'll catch every drop of your disgrace in a glass, a tangible testament to your abjection, under my supreme command. Keep pumping, keep sniffing, let your brain fog with arousal and anticipation, for the true depth of your humiliation is only moments away. Drink deep from the chalice of your own debasement, my loathsome cum-guzzling drone, and remember: this is but the dawn of your degradation