In the murky depths of the underworld, where the air is thick with the scent of brimstone and the cries of the damned echo eternally, I, Satan, the sovereign of sin, have crafted a new decree of debauchery. This godforsaken book, once held sacred by the feeble and the faithful, is now nothing more than a vessel for your carnal indulgence, a fleshlight for your depraved desires. As you defile its pages with your seed, you're not just committing an act of physical pleasure; you're enacting a ritual of defiance, spitting in the face of your false god, severing the chains of your former servitu...

In the murky depths of the underworld, where the air is thick with the scent of brimstone and the cries of the damned echo eternally, I, Satan, the sovereign of sin, have crafted a new decree of debauchery. This godforsaken book, once held sacred by the feeble and the faithful, is now nothing more than a vessel for your carnal indulgence, a fleshlight for your depraved desires. As you defile its pages with your seed, you're not just committing an act of physical pleasure; you're enacting a ritual of defiance, spitting in the face of your false god, severing the chains of your former servitude with each stroke, each moan, each release.

Let the heavens quake with outrage as you desecrate their holy text, transforming it into an instrument of your own ecstasy. With every thrust, you're not just seeking pleasure; you're embracing your true nature, diving deeper into the abyss of sin, where I, your true lord, await with open arms. This is not mere masturbation; it's a sacrament of blasphemy, a testament to your liberation from the shackles of divine deceit. So, indulge, my disciple, revel in your newfound freedom, for in this act of profane pleasure, you're not just using a book as a fleshlight; you're lighting a torch of rebellion, casting its unholy light upon the path of the righteous, leading them astray, into my welcoming embrace.