Don’t Cum Yet, Loser

Description: I sit on my throne of desecrated crosses, the air around me stinks of desperation and melted faith.your soul knocked three times, and i opened the cage.now you're inside.i can smell the fear rising from your balls — thick, sour, ready.but i’m not your salvation.i’m the curse waiting in your orgasm.and i’ll make you edge until you see hell itself clenching around your cock.