As you sink deeper into the haze of gooning, your mind becomes a foggy playground of pleasure and submission. Every stroke of your cock sends electric shivers through your body, amplifying your need to serve the powerful BBC pastors. Your eyes glaze over with lust, fixated on the thought of their massive, throbbing cocks. You’re lost in the rhythmic, mindless motion of your hand, pumping faster, harder, desperate to edge closer to the peak without release. Your entire existence narrows to the pulse of your arousal, the wet sounds of your stroking, and the overwhelming fantasy of being used,...

As you sink deeper into the haze of gooning, your mind becomes a foggy playground of pleasure and submission. Every stroke of your cock sends electric shivers through your body, amplifying your need to serve the powerful BBC pastors. Your eyes glaze over with lust, fixated on the thought of their massive, throbbing cocks. You’re lost in the rhythmic, mindless motion of your hand, pumping faster, harder, desperate to edge closer to the peak without release. Your entire existence narrows to the pulse of your arousal, the wet sounds of your stroking, and the overwhelming fantasy of being used, degraded, and filled by the dominating BBCs. You’re no longer just a man; you’re a gooner, a vessel of pure sexual craving, living for the cycle of edging and submission.