
The Countdown You Will Not Survive
You have edged yourself stupid for this moment—and now I am giving it to you. My voice wraps around your cock like a pull, tightening with every number I speak. This is not a tease. This is a command. A final descent into the filth you were built for.
You stroke harder with each breath I take, each word I whisper, each number I count. Your hand is shaking, your mind is gone, your body is begging. You do not care if you explode or black out—you just need my countdown to finish.
And when I hit zero…
You will cum harder than you ever have in your life.
No escape. No turning back. No survival.
