Ảo tưởng của Gooner - cú sốc của vợ

There you are, my weak, pathetic gooner, inhaling deeply, your mind fogged by the heady that drives you further into depravity. As you stroke desperately, your face a mask of twisted pleasure, I hold your filthy secret in my grasp. Your IP address was a play to track, and oh, the things I found! Hours of you, face glazed with your own cum, eyes wild with addiction. It's a perverse spectacle, one that would shatter your wife's world. Imagine her horror, her revulsion, as she realizes the man she beside is nothing but a chronic masturbator, addicted to his own humiliation. The thought terrifies you, doesn't it? The potential destruction of your sham of a marriage, the utter ruin of your so-called life. But you're too far gone, too addicted to stop. So, here's the deal, you disgusting jerkoff junkie. You will keep pumping, keep gooning, forever enslaved to your base urges.