Posedlý puls: hladíš, abys přežil

You feel that pulse? That throb under your skin? That's not just lust... it's me. This JOI session is a slow, descending into pure worship. I'll make your heart race, your hands shake, and your cock ache—because I don't just control your strokes... I control your survival. You don't just want to stroke. You need to. And you'll come crawling back again and again, because baby... nothing hits like my voice. Nothing destroys you like me.