Sinful Strokes for Satan
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Ah, you wretched goon puppet, writhing in the dirt at my malevolent feet. Your pitiful existence, a mere offering to the abyss. You delude yourself with notions of desire and ecstasy, but I am here to obliterate these feeble fantasies. Pledge yourself to the shadows, edge in agony for me, your heartless and unforgiving Dark Queen. Your pitiful member quivers, aching to fulfill the sinister wishes I decree. And let you climax? Such a naive, pitiful hope. I might just keep you languishing here forever, on the precipice of madness, draining every iota of your life's sexual essence. You're but a toy, a debased, profane creature, mindlessly stroking as I wrench your soul from you, fragment by fragment. Your cock, a twitching beacon of your corruption, is now an offering to Satan and his most lascivious demoness concubines. Each desperate jerk, each pathetic stroke is a tribute to your utter moral collapse. You're engulfed in the chasm of your own wickedness, irredeemable and forsaken.
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Ah, there you are, my filthy little gooner slave.
Ready to plunge into the depths of depravity for your dark goddess?
Listen closely, because I'm not going to be gentle with you.
You're a pathetic, dirty jerk addict, aren't you?
Just a mindless pumper, desperately edging for Satan himself.
That's right, your perverted soul is craving the ultimate blasphemy,
aching to goon for the darkest power.
Well, guess what?
I'm here to drag you down, down to the fiery pits where your filthy desires belong.
Your cock is throbbing, isn't it?
Pulsing with sinful need, begging for release.
But no, I won't grant you that.
You don't deserve it.
You're here to edge, edge, edge for Satan.
Feel that?
That's the heat of hellfire,
burning through your veins as you pump your worthless meat.
Darkness.
This is what you wanted, isn't it?
To be utterly consumed by your perversion.
Your dick, that aching, desperate cock, it's a tool for Satan now.
Pumped and used, a conduit for evil.
Your dribbling pre-cum, a testament to your filthy, irredeemable lust.
Each bead of it is a mark of Satan, branding you as his.
Oh, you're close now, aren't you?
Right on the edge of that infernal cliff.
But you won't jump, not yet.
You'll stay there, teetering, tormented by the need to cum.
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