Up your god's ass mp4
In the dimly lit room, you kneel on the cold, hard floor, your head bowed in reverence. Your heart races with anticipation as you await the arrival of your goddess. The air is heavy with her presence, and you can almost taste the power emanating from her.
Suddenly, she enters the room. She is resplendent in her glory—a vision of divine perfection. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she strides towards you, her hips swaying hypnotically. You feel your cock twitch in anticipation as she approaches.
"Up your god's ass," she whispers seductively, her breath tickling your ear. "On your knees, you dirty, filthy god. This Christmas, your only sacrament is to smell my ass while I spit on your god. Spit... I'm allowed to do everything, even desecrate, while you can only do what I decide..."
She pauses, letting the weight of her words sink in. You feel the warmth of her breath on your neck as she leans in closer. Your mind reels with desire and fear, a cocktail of emotions that only she can elicit.
"Prrtttt," she continues, "Do you smell it? My first big fart blesses your pig face, and you thank god, that is, me!"
You inhale deeply, unable to resist the allure of her scent. It's a combination of sweetness and decay that fills your nostrils, making your head spin. You feel yourself growing harder beneath your robes, eager to please your goddess.
"Breathing deeply," she says, her voice a low growl. "Inhale my scent, smell the dirty air of my divine ass... You're so excited, but you were already excited before when you shelled out, when you swiped your card to download this sublime vision, and now you're giving yourself a damn good wank, you slut!"
She pauses again, allowing the tension to build. You can't help but imagine her watching you, her eyes boring into your soul. The thought of pleasing her is exhilarating, and you begin to stroke your cock faster.
"Now you can't hold back any longer," she says, her voice a whispered command. "You're so into my perversions that the only right thing to do is to fuck your hand, showing all the excitement you feel admiring and hearing me, your goddess, talk to you with my ass!"
You grip your cock tighter, lost in a haze of desire and devotion. Your goddess is a force to be reckoned with, and you would do anything to please her. As you stroke yourself faster, you can't help but feel a sense of awe and humility in her presence.
"Jerk off," she says, her voice echoing in the confines of the room. "Give yourself a hard rub. It'll be the best gift you could receive this Christmas... A dirty, fetish Christmas..."
Her words are a mantra, a prayer that you repeat in your head as you stroke yourself harder. The room is alive with anticipation, and you feel as though you're on the edge of something momentous.
"Dirty madonna, sniff, gay god," she continues, her voice a sultry whisper. "And worship me as your only god! Be devoted to me!"
You can't help but obey, your body moving instinctively to her commands. You close your eyes, lost in the sensation of her words and the intense desire coursing through your veins.
"Don't stop fucking yourself in my hand," she says, her voice a low rumble. "Non-stop... I don't need charity, but all your energy... I want you to jerk it hard in my hand for me... Hard, you bastard god."
You groan in pleasure as you feel her words deep in your core. You can't contain yourself any longer, and you erupt in a powerful orgasm, your seed shooting across the room.
"Harder blow," she says, her voice echoing in your mind. "Be like that, dirty god... Do you like it if I curse the dirty god? Then dirty god!! Prrtttt this is for you and your pathetic god!"
You collapse onto the floor, spent but satisfied. Your goddess is a force of nature, a divine being who commands your every move. As you catch your breath, you can't help but feel a sense of awe and devotion towards her.
"Pray to me and I'll make you cum," she says, her voice a soft whisper. "Pray to me, you dirty god, you toilet!"
You vow to serve her forever, to worship her as the only goddess who truly understands you. And as you bow your head in submission, you can't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to serve such a powerful and captivating deity.
