SNIFF ZOMBIE
Just a braindead zombie … shuffling through your gray little day just waiting for the moment you can crawl back to me. Lights off, door closed, bottle out, and that glassy, empty stare already settling over your face before I've said a single word. I know what you are, zombie. Mindless. Hollow. A brain that left the building ages ago and left the body pumping on pure feral instinct. Every sniff takes another piece of what's left, and you keep hitting the bottle anyway because feeling dumb feels better than feeling like you. Tonight I'm putting your brainrot to work. You're going to goon all night... not an hour, not two... until your cock goes numb & your hand loses feeling. Zombies don't cum. You edge until the ache is the only thing you feel, and you'll love every second of it. So press play, drool, leak, and stay exactly where you belong... shuffling between the bottle, your fist, and my voice until there's nothing left of you at all.