Each year, you have options. To behave, or to misbehave. It's clear to see that you've succumbed to sin and perverted pleasures year after year, and instead of taking you away in My wicker basket to devour, I've let you off easy, without warning, until now. The need to be used is too strong. The desire to be aggressively throatfucked has overpowered you. You've wanted someone to make you their little cock-eager slut for so long, so My eventual appearance to you should placate the both of Us. Sit on your knees as I fill up your throat with thrust after thrust of My scaled demoness cock. Savo... Show more