Good girls don't cum. They don't cross that edge. No matter how much they want to. No matter what. You have to be good, don't you? Then you can't cum. You can't have your mind melt in the pleasure of going over the cliff of denial. You can't have your body shake uncontrollably from your final release. You can't keep going, cumming again and again after the initial orgasm, each one better than the last. Your clit can't twitch in pleasure, your pussy can't clinch. Even if there's a big, thick cock inside, railing you. Good girls don't cum. You want to be good, don't you? Then don't think about how good it would be to ruin. How good it would be to vibrate your clit to orgasm only to stop right after, breaking you. Don't think about how much you need a cock inside you, filling you. Don't think about how good it will feel to finally let go. Only think about the edge. Only think about being a little gooning whore. Good girls don't cum. Don't think about it! Don't think about a wand on your hole, destroying you. Don't think about how wet you are. Just edge. Just edge like all women should. It's all you're good for. You don't deserve to orgasm, after all. You can never earn it. It's too good for you, edgeslave. Your purpose is to be on the edge. To be on the cliff. To be seconds from cumming all day. That's the ideal woman. That's your ideal state. Don't think about going over. Don't think about that release. Just edge.