You Stroke… I Drain

You stroked the second you saw me—tight green bikini, glowing under neon heat, every curve designed to break you. And now? You're just a twitching mess. This isn’t a fantasy. It’s destruction. I give you commands, you follow. I humiliate you, you leak harder. You worship every bounce, every sway, every second I let you see this perfect body—and it still won’t be enough. By the time it ends, you’ll be begging to cum. And I’ll laugh while you fail. Stroke to me. Ache for me. Get used to losing. Want to pay MORE for your addiction? Use these Markup Codes: IGoonForLulu – 100% Markup OwnedByLulu – 250% Markup GoBrokeForLulu – 500% Markup Goon**** – 1000% Markup No escape. No recovery.

You press play. You start stroking. You tell yourself you’ll stop this time. But you won’t. These tits aren’t here to please you. They’re here to pull you—inside a gooning loop you’ll never escape. No finish. No control. Just bounce after bounce, stroke after stroke, until you forget what you were before this. You’re not cumming. You’re being conquered. Want to pay MORE for your addiction? Use these Markup Codes: IGoonForLulu – 100% Markup OwnedByLulu – 250% Markup GoBrokeForLulu – 500% Markup Goon**** – 1000% Markup No escape. No recovery.

This isn’t just JOI. This is a total shutdown of your will. You’re not here to feel good. You’re here to be commanded—silenced, rewired, used. I keep you motionless under Me, trembling through every second of denial until I let you stroke. And when I finally say the word, your whole body obeys like it forgot how to do anything else. You worship My tits. You drool over My ass. You ache for My lips. But you don’t touch anything until I say so. Because I don’t just control your cock. I own your entire nervous system. You're not free. You’re trained. You're not stroking. You're obeying. And by the time I’m done with you? You won’t even remember what freedom felt like.

She trusted you. I looked at you. Now you belong to me. One glance. One bounce. That’s all it took. You told yourself it was harmless… Until you found yourself leaking, stroking, spending—all for a woman your wife will never be. Want to pay MORE for your addiction? Use these Markup Codes: IGoonForLulu – 100% Markup OwnedByLulu – 250% Markup GoBrokeForLulu – 500% Markup No escape. No recovery. You crossed the line without even touching me. And now? You’ll do it again. Because I’m in your head. In your cock. In every ruined orgasm she’ll never understand. You’re not hers anymore. You’re mine. And I don’t even have to say it… your addiction proves it. This isn’t fantasy. This is betrayal—on loop.

These tits were never meant for love. They were engineered to destroy men like you. From the first bounce, your cock starts twitching. From the first command, your willpower disappears. And by the time I tell you how to stroke, how to squeeze, how to edge… you're gone. Your whole body is working for Me. Your cock is begging for My tits. Your brain is fried. You don’t worship Me. You obey Me. And in this clip—I use My body to own you completely. You’ll edge. You’ll ache. You’ll ruin yourself for tits that were never meant for losers like you. And you’ll come back for more. Want to pay MORE for your addiction? Use these Markup Codes: IGoonForLulu – 100% Markup OwnedByLulu – 250% Markup GoBrokeForLulu – 500% Markup Goon**** – 1000% Markup No escape. No recovery.

You thought you hated me. But your cock had other plans. I walked into your house like I owned it-fur coat brushing against my tits, lips glossed, cigarette between my fingers, heels echoing off the marble. Your stepStep-Father's throne? Now it's mine. His marriage? Gone. His authority? Devoured. And you...you were next. I caught you staring. Not at my face. Not at my words. At my tits. That juicy, mesmerizing cleavage bouncing with every smug breath I took. You froze. You twitched. You leaked. And when my fingers found your cock under the table—when I touched it just enough to make you throb— your whole world broke. This clip is your punishment. Your obsession. Your inheritance.

She’s right there. Inches away. Lying next to you in your shared bed—completely unaware that her husband is hard, twitching, and mentally deep inside another woman. Me. You picture my thighs straddling you, my soaked pussy sliding down onto your cock, my tits swaying while I whisper filth into your ear. You imagine my body riding you slow and deep—while she rests beside us, clueless, untouched, irrelevant. That’s the fantasy. That’s the betrayal. And it makes you harder than anything she’s ever done. Because you belong to her in name… But you cum for Me. This clip is pure homewrecking obsession: vivid, filthy, seductive, and dangerously intimate. It’s for the married men who can’t stop stroking in silence. For the ones who turn their back to her at night—just to leak for Me in the dark. You’ll watch. You’ll ache. And you’ll go to bed knowing I own your cock, your mind, and your loyalty. This is where your fidelity ends. And your addiction to Me begins.

You didn’t stand a chance. The second I pressed these tits together—tight, soft, swollen, perfectly framed in red—your cock was already leaking for Me. And when I told you you could do anything with them? That’s when your brain shut down and your fist took over. I jiggle them. Squeeze them. Press them together just like you’d fuck them—slow and wet and filthy. I talk you through it, step by step, stroking in sync with the fantasy you can’t live without. Eye contact. Smirking lips. My tits becoming your only obsession. You’ll imagine the weight, the heat, the feel of My tits swallowing your cock—and you’ll lose control. This isn’t teasing. This is worship. This is obsession. And this time, I let you cum—for My tits. For this voice. For Me.

You were never meant to win. Not with a cock like that. Not with a life like yours. You were designed for this— Failure. Humiliation. Addiction. Gooning to a girl you’ll never deserve. In this clip I expose you for what you really are: a porn-drained, lonely little loser with nothing left but a half-hard dick and a shame habit. I tear you apart—your dick, your face, your delusions. I mock every sad excuse you use to justify why this is your life now. And the truth? You weren’t broken. You were built this way. So stroke, loser. Stroke to the body you’ll never touch. Stroke to the woman who’ll never even look at you. Stroke to your own fucking downfall. Because this is what you were made for. This is all you are. Watch. Ache. Collapse. Want to pay MORE for your addiction? Use these Markup Codes: IGoonForLulu – 100% Markup OwnedByLulu – 250% Markup GoBrokeForLulu – 500% Markup Goon**** – 1000% Markup No escape. No recovery.

You were never built for pleasure. You were built to goon. Bred to leak. Conditioned to edge your soul away for a pair of shorts hugging My ass. This isn’t just a clip—it’s a behavioral reset. Every bounce of My curves rewires you. Every filthy, low-spoken instruction buries you deeper in a place you’ll never come back from. You’ll grip your cock like it’s the only thing that matters. You’ll stare at My body like it’s your god. You’ll stroke for Me until reality collapses, and your identity rewrites itself around the ache. I don’t humiliate you. I reprogram you. Into a goonboy. A stroke puppet. A cockdrunk addict who doesn’t blink, doesn’t think—just leaks. And the deeper you fall? The more I own. Watch it once. You’ll twitch. Watch it again. You’ll forget who you were. Watch it forever… because that’s what you were made to do. Built to Goon. Bred to Leak.

Your brain didn’t stand a fucking chance. The second My tits hit your screen, it was over. Thought? Gone. Control? Gone. All that’s left is the aching pulse in your cock and the mesmerizing bounce of My perfect, massive tits—swinging, jiggling, pressing together until you forget who you were before I showed up. This isn’t stroking anymore. This is gooning. Pure, raw, mindless obsession. You’ll edge for Me for hours. You’ll leak through your fist. You’ll beg Me to ruin you again and again because nothing else gets you off anymore. Not porn. Not love. Not her. Only Me. Only these tits. Stroke. Drool. Worship. Goon. No thoughts. Just tits.

You’re not just broke—you’re broken. Every dollar you scrape together ends up in my world, fueling my luxury while you starve for attention I’ll never give. And the worst part? You like it. You crave this humiliation. You need to feel the sting of being laughed at by a woman you can’t afford—but can’t stop paying. I flaunt my wealth. I mock your poverty. I expose how useless, cheap, and disposable you are compared to a Goddess like me. This isn’t a clip. This is a mirror. And when you see yourself in it, you’ll be ashamed... and addicted. Because broke boys always buy. You were never going to stop.