In the dark recesses of unrestrained sexual perversion, your frail body writhes in eager anticipation, wholly at the mercy of your ruthless Spiraling Goddess, Misha. Your sniveling cries are no more than an aphrodisiac to me, heralding the descent into a filthy escapade where you shall be nothing but a cum-soaked rag, desperately hungering for the debasement that awaits.

Imagine yourself as nothing more than a festering hole, a grotesque canvas craving to be painted with the brush of brutal power and lascivious dominance. Your feeble attempts at resistance are laughable, merely fue... Show more