Satanic Cock Worship: Stinky Hairy Sweaty Fat Cock Is My New Religion

Forget all the gods. Forget all the altars. My new religion is a sweaty, hairy, fat, smelly cock. And I am its high priestess, its slave, and its queen all at once. I am in a latex catsuit that clings to my every breath, and in high, signature stripper boots. I kneel before my Master. Yes, I am a queen. But before this huge, heavy, male-smelling cock, I am nothing. I fall to the ground. I pray. I kiss its base, its balls, inhale this sacred scent of sweat and lust, as if it were incense from the underworld. I suck the balls, slowly lick the entire length of the sacred cock! My lips envelop it. I suck passionately, greedily, deeply, as if drinking the very essence of Satan. Saliva runs down my chin, my eyes roll back. I moan right onto his shaft, calling him my god, my master, my new faith. When he comes—powerfully, thickly, abundantly—I take every drop into my mouth and onto my face. I don’t wipe it away. I don’t turn away. I continue sucking his now softening, but still sacred cock