Supper Time

Why does the memory of it trying not to throw up on Your dick make it so wet?
Drooling for Your consecrated meat couldn't be more ladylike.
it inhales You deeply and desperately before ravaging as ordered.
And it cums even deeper just from that alone. Already? it scrutinizes  
Kneeling, positioned silently
Impatiently waiting for dick to be slapped on sycophant forehead just for a point to be proved.
Hoping that God will have mercy on it and relieve it of growling stomach.
Waiting for the day that its throat strategically used as pregnancy prevention plan.
Waiting for the moment guilty pleasure becomes quality time or rewards for good behavior or even behavior modification just for good measure.
Now if only it could be obedient enough to actually be worthy of what it seeks
The shit it would do just to lick Your skeet off of wherever it lands.
its tongue dick napkin.
its unextraordinary mouth Your cum receptacle. And it will swallow its nutrition from the moment its mouth fills up just to impress You. it wants to see You recognize the honor You're giving it. Teach it how to serve properly once more when it has gone astray.
God is entitled to it. To a nut that He clenches ass cheeks and gnashes teeth for.
That makes Him tell that bitch to shut up and not to move while He fills up ots throat and mouth. What a deliciously and marvelously filthy habit of ethical disgrace.
God can smell its need to goggle down His celestial seeds.
But it had a feeling that He likes it like that.  
Wet, aching, begging and broken.  
Smeared makeup, snotty nose, tears of joy.
It is a necessary evil.
The fact of the matter is it's worth drastically increased with DNA of a God inside its belly - the belly - that knows not what hunger pangs feel like until it has been deprived from His cum.
it needs to understand the gravity of the fact that it is a privilege - not a right
This is how life should always feel.
On its tongue the flavor of You like a runaway slave, heart racing, adrenaline pumping, just moments away from freedom right until it swallows complete and utter gratification.
Bliss could never taste so magically delicious.
Imbued with droplets of Your musky perfume that invoke skin chill-shivers and trembling.
My oh my does it like to lick the inside of its mouth just so its tongue can dance with the sweet of Your insides still sliding around on the inner flesh of its cheeks
Or gliding tongue along teeth just to suck in the rest of Your bacteria.
it has to ask itself does it truly know what it means to worship the dick of a God?
When its gagging is it really because it put its soul into it?
Its good intentions no longer enough to comfort it.
 
Humbly At Your Feet,
Your vessyl 🐾