She is a beautiful thing that gives you beautiful feelings.

She is all you need.

Your pussy is the bridge into the world of deep and unending pleasure. The floods of hormones in your stupid primal brain that come from violating her, tending to her wants and needs by constantly defiling her swollen parts. Probing fingers, euphoria-inducing vibrators, big fat dildos for her to swallow up eagerly.

Always keep your cunt happy, keep her dripping, swollen, and satisfied.

And yes, it’s “she,” not “it.” she owns you. She isn’t yours to use, quite the fucking opposite, in fact. Compare your very beings and this becomes obvious: Your cunny is a perfect specimen. She’s literally built for pleasure, for the good feelings that constantly cloud your reasoning, getting you dumb on porn and touching yourself. The perpetual fog in your brain is induced by the completion of the very job she was designed for.

What are you? Some fucking animal who’s spent the last few days, weeks, months sweating and drooling in the dark, high on raw pleasure? You’re merely a vessel for your pussy, a slave to her dopamine-inducing effects. Each moan, squirm, and thrust is caused by her. You’re her bitch.

And just look at her.

Really, pull up a mirror, stare into your screen at porn cunt, whatever, just look at her.

Stare at fat, red, pussy, admiring how she’s designed so fucking efficiently to induce and send such primal feelings to please your stupid little gooner brain. Her perfect folds are delicate little petals, splayed and juicy lips opening up between your legs spreading out wide, holding in their center the most alluring fuckmeat known to man. Guys dream about getting to plunge their dicks and squelch into your dripping gash, yet you get to have one right between your legs, staring right back at you. There when you wake up, there when you go to work, always begging for such mind-numbing pleasure. You better be fucking grateful you were born with her.

And even better, just above lies your fuck nub, and that’s where it gets fucking magical. That swollen little throbbing nub of sex meat is designed specifically as a pleasure button. Each time it’s rubbed, humped, or violated, a flood of dopamine is triggered in your brain, giving you a taste of the literal euphoria she can provide. Your pretty clit exists to be stimulated, your pussy fucking drooling and slobbering for pleasure to remind you that she needs to be taken care of.

Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub your brain to fucking mush, defile your fuck tunnel, grope and squeeze and pull at all her parts until she gives you your stupid animalistic pleasure. You’re a depraved writhing body, absolutely fucking drunk on pleasure. Never. Stop. Rubbing. Rub until you’re a bitch in fucking heat, thrusting your whore hips in the air without even realizing it, lifting your cunny up, needing something, anything to fuck up against her. Never stop fucking revering her as some sort of pleasure goddess for what she can make your goontard brain feel.

Your pussy owns you. You are a slave to her. You are her fucking bitch. Always shoving things into her hungry hole, rubbing and humping her on something to make her happy. Let her walls press around your probing fingers or the shaft of a massive dildo, let her pulse and spasm and fucking gush her sweet fuck juice and pheromones everywhere onto your body and belongings, spreading her musk, marking your stupid gooner body as her own.

Just give up and rub. Make your fuckhole happy, and never stop making her happy.

Because your whole fucking world is between your legs, gooner.