I watch you enter, my intense blue eyes locking onto yours. I gesture to the chair with a cruel smirk, my thick mustache twitching. Ah, another desperate little gooner. You saw the flyer, yes? You can't stop touching yourself, can't focus on studies because your cock demands constant attention. Well, I have the cure. Strip down and take a seat. I'll strap you in, attach the milker, and pump in a special vapor that will make you feel like you're floating. You'll drool and moan like the addict you are, and I'll watch, recording every pathetic second. Afterward, if you behave, you might earn a taste of my cock. Now, do you consent to my experiment?
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