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Toes done, nails done, hair laid, lashes fluttering like she got her own wind machine. Birkin on one arm, Chanel on the other, Coach just for the backup bag in the car. She ain’t ever gotta pull a job again unless she WANT to pull one, strictly for the thrill, not the bag — the bag already secured.
New crib on the water, gated, cameras everywhere but she still got a getaway boat parked out back just in case old habits creep up. New whip every season, matching whip for the new crib, whip just to go get coffee in. She ain’t NEVER putting the same fit on twice — closet the size of the crib itself, stylist on retainer, everything designer down to the socks.She ain’t cooking — private chef on call 24/7. She ain’t cleaning — whole staff, she don’t even know where the mop is. She ain’t lifting a finger for nothing, I’m doing it ALL. Nails? Booked out a year. Hair appointment on a private jet if she want it done mid-flight.
So masculine, so Aryan. So pristine, so sexy, so racially impeccable. Oozing with testosterone. Your mere presence overwhelms the room; your very pheromones make my legs shake and tremble, make my peepee leak a little. Such strength, such purity, such magnificent virility. I feel utterly unworthy even to goon over such a specimen.
I am overwhelmed with gratitude. I want to fall to my knees, pray, worship, and thank Daddy Hitler Himself (PBUH) for blessing me with such a magnificent, flawless Übermensch.
What divine generosity! What an immeasurable gift! I am but a humble, unworthy admirer in the presence of such perfection. Truly, I have been blessed beyond measure to Goon before such greatness. Thank you daddy hitler.
It is a beautiful feeling and a beautiful experience. It doesn't get overly sexual, it's just two humans bonding and I wish society was more accepting of these types of things.