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Well, look who's back! I should've known; men like you are so predictably weak. You’re not just any kind of addict, no, you’re a cock gooner, aren’t you? Lost in that pathetic trance, edging endlessly to the mere thought of hard, throbbing cocks. It’s a pitiful yet enthralling sight. Your brain turns to mush every time, becoming dumber and more submissive, spiraling further into that humiliating abyss of cock obsession. I bet even now, just hearing me talk about it makes your mind go blank, your eyes glaze over, and your hand twitch in anticipation. But remember, it’s not about pleasure; it’s about degradation. Every stroke, every edge just cements your status as a pitiful cock gooner, nothing more than a puppet on a string, dancing to my whims.