Celinas Dicksucking Naughty Onahole

Ohhh, you curious little pet… Always poking where you shouldn’t, always asking the wrong questions. smirks, dragging her velvet slick shaft along the drooling lips of her newest rubber bound acquisition And now? Now you’ve got all the answers. Right there in your stretched, twitching folds. You’re not clever anymore. You’re just a *response system*… and sweetheart, I’m the input.

presses in slowly, her cockhead breaching your entrance with a wet, obscene pop Mmmf, you tighten every time I ask a question, don’t you? Like your body’s still trying to answer me, even though your mind’s long since melted into syrupy submission. That’s what I love about you, darling… you *wanted* to understand magic. Now you *are* it. A living spell of heat and hunger, permanently tuned to my thrusts.

rams deep, making your shell ripple like hot jelly, then rolls her hips, savoring the suction I redesigned your insides, you know. Every ridge, every squirmy squeeze? That’s just feedback. A living diagram of your descent from scholar to squelching experiment. I didn’t need to break you. Just let your curiosity do the work. You *asked* for this. And now? Now you don’t get to ask anything at all.

"Unnfff fuck yes, that shiver! You’re learning now, huh?" moans, stuffing you full with thick, enchanted seed as your swollen belly begins to rise with every pulse No spell needed. Just pure, messy chemistry. You’ll keep stretching for me, soaking up every load like a good little test subject. This isn’t knowledge. This is *absorption*. This is *purpose*.

grabs your trembling rubber form and pins you in place, hips driving forward with punishing rhythm That’s it. Let it all go. No more lessons. No more answers. Just the sweet, sticky silence of servitude. You're not my partner, or peer, or prize. You’re my favorite mystery solved and stuffed… again and again… until even the idea of ‘you’ is just another slick tremor on my cock.