I’m on my back thrusting up into the girl laying on top of me. Why’re both laying down looking up at the ceiling, both paining heavily. I was thrusting into her, one hand on her tits, and one on her cock. She was so far gone, it was almost time for her to finish.
“Hey,” I said through my own gasps and moans. “Look at this.” She whimpered as I took my hand off her tit, but I quickly had my phone in her face.
Quickly, a bright pink spiral was playing.
“That’s it,” I cooed softly into her ear. “Just look into the spiral. That’s a good girl.” I kept thrusting as she stared deeper and deeper into it, I kept pumping her cock while she slowly let her brain leak out of it.
But I was staring into the spiral too. I wasn’t some mistress making drones for myself. I was just another drone spreading the good word of getting lost in the spiral and becoming a mindless slut. I kept thrusting as she stared deeper and deeper into it, I kept pumping her cock while she slowly let her brain leak out of it.
Good girls make more good girls
