If I Were A Turtle, I’d Bite His Dick Off!

You are nothing but heat, sweat, cum, and sin—a holy sacrifice to the altar of indulgence.And the worst part? Gay sex Born to be ruined.”I gag around the cock stretching my throat, my body shaking as the demon works to open me from both ends, fucking me past the point of return. “You were made for this, take another derp hit and don’t stop till I say so.” The bottle is pressed against my nose again, the pungent, heady fumes of the poppers flooding my system instantly. I am drowning in pleasure, in sweat, in the thick, decadent proof of my rebirth.A six foot white demon walks up to me and says sniff these poppers, as I sniff he keeps it there for what seemed like hours and then I fill immense pressure at my ass. I am nothing but a vessel for the divine perversion that claims me.”A murmur of approval ripples through the gathered men, their eyes burning with satisfaction, with the knowledge that I am no longer merely flesh—I am consecrated, sanctified by sweat, seed, and sin.He tightens his grip of my hair, tilting your head back, his gaze dark and endless as he fingers my gaping hole.

If I Were A Turtle, I’d Bite His Dick Off!