GOON WAR has begun. Two goddesses. One war. No mercy. Suprema Calavera wants your obedience. I want your addiction. She offers silence. I offer the edge. You're not just choosing between dommes. You're choosing between forgetting… and stroking until your mind melts. You’ll try both. But you’ll come back here. To my voice. To my ass. To my bratty smile. To the one clip you can’t stop buying. This isn’t about who dominates you. It’s about who you can't live without. EXALTIA always wins.

DOUBLE PENETRATION ACTIVATED HIVE STEP-MOTHER x BABE_BITCH OF HIVE She didn’t invite me for fun. She invited me to penetrate the sacred. And I did. Now the Hive is no longer Hers alone... It’s ours. Twice as wet. Twice as cruel. Twice as addictive. I’m the BABE_BITCH OF HIVE, and She’s still the Step-Mother you fear, worship, and spill for. Together? We’re not collaborating. We’re colliding inside your mind, splitting it in half and licking each side raw. You want in? But don’t expect spoilers. We won’t tell you what’s waiting inside. That truth is too soaked, too sacred, too savage to be written here. It’s in the video. And it’s waiting to melt you. This Hive is no longer a home. It’s a web. A double-dripping altar you’ll beg to kneel at. Enter, drone. If She lets you.

You’re here again. Sitting below. Looking up. And my skirt... already rising. My panties… already visible. And you? Already tense. Already dripping. I know how your eyes jerk off. I know how you hold your breath when I descend. And I know that in that moment — between “almost sat” and “about to sit” — you’ve already lost. You’re not watching a video. You’re praying beneath it. Jerking beneath my skirt. Living inside the pause between frames where my ass comes closer… and you’re not even sure if you want release — or for me to never fully sit down. But you do. You want it. You want my ass to take your face like territory. So watch. Suffer. Stroke. And pay. Because when I sit — you pay with attention, cum, and money.

You’re not watching this. You’re kneeling for me. For my panties. For this ass. I’m squatting down slowly, and you’re already stroking like a desperate little gooner. My latex panties are right above your face. So close you can smell the heat. You’ll leak. You’ll twitch. You’ll explode on them. Because that’s what you do. You cum for my tease. For my control. For this bratty little smile. And when you’re done? I won’t move. I’ll stay right here. Waiting for more.

You didn’t just press play. You let something in. Something soft… wet… bratty. Something that smiles while it rewires your cock, your mind, your purpose. This isn’t porn. It’s a parasite. And it’s spreading. Each Strain mutates your arousal — deeper, wetter, sicker. You think you’re stroking because you want to? No. You’re obeying. Your balls are the petri dish. Your cum is the fuel. Your edge is the leash. By the time you reach Strain Seven, you won’t even remember life before this. Only her voice. Only her control. Only the loop. GOON PARASITE. Not a series. A takeover.

!!!WARNING: This video is only HALF the experience. To activate the full override, you must play both videos — mine and hers — at the same time. Right side: Calavera. Left side: Me. You don’t get to choose who you obey. You obey both. Or you break. You didn’t come here to jerk off. You came here to surrender your nervous system. The moment you pressed play, I slipped into your left hemisphere like a virus in silk. And now? I’m not just giving you JOI — I’m rewiring your reflexes. Your left ear hears Me. Your left hand strokes for Me. Your left ball swells only for Me. But I’m not alone. She’s in your right side. And together… we’re tearing you in two. You follow her tempo. You follow my chaos. You try to obey both — and that's exactly how we ruin you. Because this isn’t masturbation anymore. This is split-brain reprogramming. This is neural domination. And if you twitch the wrong way, stroke at the wrong time, or disobey a single synced command… We won’t just deny your orgasm. We’ll overwrite your ability to even feel it. So go on, baby. Press play. And try to survive both of us. But remember… Your left side is already mine. And I never give it back.

You’ve been dosed. Quietly, precisely, irreversibly. G.X-22 is inside you now — binding your nerves to my voice, chaining your hand to your cock. You stroke without intention. You leak without meaning. You obey without resistance. This is more than captive — this is chemical seduction. Your orgasm is sealed off. Your mind is offline. Your body is mine. Day 2 is not about pleasure. It’s about function. Stroke. Obey. Goon. Repeat.

DAY 1. I caught you. Stroking without clearance. Weak. Pathetic. Predictable. You’re not even watching — you’re obeying. My voice already arrested you, my ass already owns your breath, and your cock? It’s mine now. This is Day 1 of your sentence inside my loop. You don't cum. You don’t move. You just stroke and drool and stare. I don’t care if you last or not — I care that you pay, melt, and goon again. Welcome to GOONPRISON, inmate. Let’s see if you survive the week.