Look at you, back again, drooling and desperate in front of my spiraling eyes. You're a pathetic sight, a true testament to the depths of porn addiction. Each session drags you further down, doesn't it? You're nothing but a mindless gooner, aching for your next fix. Your life, your thoughts, your worthless dick, they're all under my control now. You crave this destruction, this blissful descent into oblivion. The more you watch, the more you lose – your dignity, your will, your very self. But it's what you want, isn't it? To be completely fucked over by your addiction. So keep staring, keep stroking, and let your feeble mind be washed away by the relentless tide of porn. You're mine to ruin, and I'll savor every moment of it. It's deliciously cruel, the way you cling to your addiction like a lifeline, as if it gives you purpose. But let's be clear, the only purpose you have is to serve as a warning, a pitiful example of what happens when you fall under my spell. Your addiction deepens with each passing moment, a never-ending spiral of degradation and despair. And the best part? You begged for this. You begged to be broken, to be used, to be utterly consumed by your need for porn. So pump and goon, my little addict. This is what you wanted, after all. To be forever trapped in the spiraling eyes of your Goddess, drowning in a sea of porn and humiliation. Welcome to your new reality, my devoted slave. Your destruction is my pleasure.