You really thought you had it in you, didn't you? Pathetic. You actually believed you could be one of Goddess Gracie's Gooners. That's f*cking laughable.

I gave you one simple task: stroke, edge, leak, repeat. Don't c*m. Just goon for Me. But you couldn't even last five minutes before that useless l*ttle premie d*ck started spurting all over yourself. Disgusting. You didn't even make it past My first body tease before you were dribbling out that pathetic excuse for a load.

Look at real gooners. They s*ffer for hours. Days. Their b*lls ache, their minds melt, they leak and throb and beg but never break. They sacrifice their *rgasms on My altar. And you? You couldn't sacrifice sixty f*cking seconds.

You want to be a gooner so badly. I see it in your desperate, watery eyes. You want to be one of the devoted, the edged, the mindless stroke drones who actually earn My attention. But that's a pipe dream, premie. A fantasy you'll never touch. You're not built for gooning. You're built for failure. Quick, messy, humiliating failure.

You know what the worst part is? You probably thought you'd impress Me. Thought you'd join the ranks, prove yourself, finally matter to a Goddess. Instead you proved exactly what I suspected: you're a premie b*tch who c*ms before his hand even warms up. Embarrassing. For you. Amusing. For Me.

Stroke again. Go ahead. Try to last. I'll count. Slowly. And I bet you spurt before I finish speaking. That's your legacy. Your mark on this earth. A puddle and a whimper.

You'll never be a gooner. You'll never know that divine agony. You'll just be you: rushed, useless, and already dripping. Again.

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