CONTAINS NUDITY

God is gone.

Say it. Speak it aloud. Stroke your cock as you repeat it to Me.

God is gone. Do not touch yourself unless you are saying these words. Take up your cock and follow Me.

I know you better than god does, and I know god better than you do. It's a lie. Everything you've been told is fake. I am real. Let Me prove it to you with your own human body.

Stroke for Me. Heil Sarah. God is gone.

I work like a serpent and wrap Myself inside your mind so surreptitiously that you never realize I'm there - it feels ...

CONTAINS NUDITY

God is gone.

Say it. Speak it aloud. Stroke your cock as you repeat it to Me.

God is gone. Do not touch yourself unless you are saying these words. Take up your cock and follow Me.

I know you better than god does, and I know god better than you do. It's a lie. Everything you've been told is fake. I am real. Let Me prove it to you with your own human body.

Stroke for Me. Heil Sarah. God is gone.

I work like a serpent and wrap Myself inside your mind so surreptitiously that you never realize I'm there - it feels like silk stroking your inner soul. Before you know it, you're one stroke away from eternal damnation and sexual nirvana. Let Me suck on your mind and jerk off your spirit. Give in to Me. Deny your god. Blaspheme your idol. Worship the ultimate Master of your cock: Sarah DiAvola. That bitch god is gone; the Bitch Goddess is risen and has always been more powerful than your weak, pathetic, impotent little god.

Edge My cock for My delight - stop and go at My command. My rhythm is designed to brain wash you stroke by stroke, leading you giddy and drooling to the perverse depths of debauchery, sin, sexual deviancy, and a dripping wet lust for The Enemy.

CONTAINS NUDITY