Skylar Locke!

You know you're my b*tch. You know it's why you're here, listening to every single word that I have for you. My words are swirling in your head, every second you get closer, yet somehow further from yourself, and you wanna stop, but you wanna keep going. Keep f*cking stroking. I don't remember giving you permission to stop. So keep going. Very good. Just get lost in my voice, get lost in watching my body. Every second you get closer to losing your mind, and every second you get closer to find all these parts of your mind where you're just helpless.

You and I both know that a part of you wants to be stuck, doesn't it? A part of you wants to be frustrated. Wondering, searching, it's just all swirling around inside your head, in this cloud of pleasure that you get to experience. And you want to stop but you want to keep going. If feels so good but you want to resist it, don't you? Spill for me, boy. But you don't want to at the same time because you're trapped. Stuck. Locked into place. Every sentence I speak locks you more into place as my subby b*tch.

My voice just swirls in your ears. Stroking and swirling. That's right, keep f*cking stroking. I don't remember giving you permission to stop. So keep going. Very good, just get lost in my voice and goon. I want you to stay here with me a l*ttle bit longer, just a few more minutes, it feels too good to stop. It feels so good that you want to keep going, it's just so much all at once, isn't it? Isn't it just so much? You're such a good boy, you're so well trained. And I'm going to give you permission to spill, but only at the end. Can you make it, can you make it to the end? I want you to make it all the way to the end for me. I know it's going to be really difficult but I believe in you.

Your only job for today is to stroke for me, b*tch. You know why you're here, I know why you're here. Stroke. Stroke. Don't stop. Nothing at all is on your to do list today besides stroking. You wanna stop but you wanna keep going. You wanna c*m but you also wanna resist it, don't you? Because you're trapped, stuck, locked into place, gooning your brains out. Stroke. Stroke. Keep stroking, keep f*cking your brain. You don't have permission to stop. Just get lost in my voice, let yourself go, and goon. Every second you're getting closer to losing your mind, because you're stuck, happily, isn't that right?

You and I both know that a part of you wants to be stuck, isn't that right? You want to be frustrated. So just stay here with me, just a l*ttle bit longer. It feels too good to stop. Can you make it to the end? Are you going to spill before the video ends? I know it's getting harder but I know you can do it. That's it, good boy. Spill for me, spill for me boy, spill your brains all over the floor.

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Trapped And Helpless, Losing Your Mind In My Goon Trance