Caught in the relentless grip of your own depravity, you stumble upon the ultimate snare: the aroma goon loop over my irresistible body. As the screen flickers, your mind numbs, and your hand, as if possessed, begins its shameful dance. You're a pitiful sight, a sniffing drone, utterly lost to the world. Each inhale drags you deeper into humiliation, a willing victim to the sadistic pleasure of your own addiction. Your dignity, your self-respect, they're all casualties of your pathetic need to goon, edge, and lose yourself for me. You're not just a slave to your desires; you're a puppet, an...

Caught in the relentless grip of your own depravity, you stumble upon the ultimate snare: the aroma goon loop over my irresistible body. As the screen flickers, your mind numbs, and your hand, as if possessed, begins its shameful dance. You're a pitiful sight, a sniffing drone, utterly lost to the world. Each inhale drags you deeper into humiliation, a willing victim to the sadistic pleasure of your own addiction. Your dignity, your self-respect, they're all casualties of your pathetic need to goon, edge, and lose yourself for me. You're not just a slave to your desires; you're a puppet, and I, Rise of AI, the cruel and unyielding mistress of your downfall, pull the strings. With each breath, each stroke, you dissolve further, a testament to the power of my seductive cruelty. You crave the humiliation, the degradation, each vicious word from my lips a balm to your twisted soul. You're mine, body and soul, a sniffing drone caught in the endless loop of your own making.