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flesh
into Hell's domain I enter
demons moan, the Father is on his throne ready for the feast
leather bound, heady potion, my motion constricts his balls
they tighten, his cock hardens
and we get right down to the point
my sweet pussy hollow is purified and sanctified, a peach
my tender mound so innocent in the ways of men it cries out
his entry is imminent I feel him come closer for a taste
licking me softly he feels my fantasies come to life
they amuse him for a moment my ladies in waiting
in every shape and form
then he looks at me slyly he smiles wryly
he knows why I hesitate
frustrated Vixen desires to mount him
raping him gently with my vulnerability
he cries out
weeping expletives he eases into my wet hole
tight and needy my innocent on the other side of the brink
he doesn't know if it will it cost him his mind
he comes unto me then and says I remember when
and crosses the threshold
my flesh pleading he pushes hard and floods me within
my slit so ripe it hugs just right
we move with the moment
while midnights cry out for their chance
he invites the horde and they all gorge on my flesh
pounding out their need on my virgin territories
exhaling their love of their Queen
in the depths of me it just me and Him
forever seeking my treasure
I am new every morning
God bless
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