Ohhh, you filthy little goon slut… isn’t it pathetic how weak you are for me? The moment I unscrew that bottle, your mind turns to mush and your cock leaks like a desperate beta. You can’t even pretend to resist when the poppers hit your system , your pupils dilate, your breath gets shallow, and all you can do is whimper and stroke for your Goddess. Mmm, my alpha pussy gets so fucking wet watching you unravel. I love knowing your brain is too fried to even think straight, just obeying my voice like the hypnotized little puppet you are. Tell me, sweet thing… do you even remember your own name when I’ve got you this deep, or is it all just my scent, my voice, my control?
