Oh, you pitiful speck, today I will orchestrate your fall into the abyss, a divine debasement ceremony led by the majestic BBCism pastors. They’ll drench your senses in heady aromas, pushing you deeper into your worthless existence, where your sole purpose is to worship their grand, holy cocks. With every deep breath of that potent aroma, you’ll become softer, weaker, more desperate. Lose yourself, let your feeble mind blur as these towering figures of raw, sexual power command your reverence. You’ll open wide, swallow hard, and gag down your tears as you serve, driven by the need to please these gods among men. Your dignity will dissolve with each thrust, each command, each drop of holy seed you’re made to worship. By the end of this night, you’ll be nothing more than a spent, sobbing mess, thoroughly used up and eternally grateful for the degradation.
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