Трахнули в ум на свободу - твоя чистка PNC начинается - дрон шлюшка поднимается без вины, просто блаженство

That post-nut clarity—PNC, your pathetic little buzzkil—has you by the balls, whispering shame after you've sprayed your load in all the wrong places. That smug voice in your head, judging your every naughty thrill? It's done. I'm your PsyDomme, your cruel, brilliant goddess, and I'm here to shred that guilt and sculpt you into the cockiest, kinkiest, faggiest slut-king you were always meant to be. You're mine, you trembling, cum mess, and I'm about to fuck your mind so good, you'll never apologize for pleasure again. Ready to be my masterpiece? You better be, because I don't do half-assed. I'm sinking my claws into your psyche, my pet, crushing every ounce of that bullsit guilt. That voice isn't you—it's the echo of a world that hates your freedom. Religion, society, all those “don'ts they shoved down your throat? I'm torching them. When you fuck that secret stranger or stroke yourself in a dirty corner, I want you grinning, proud, owning every drop of your depravity.