JOI Voodoo

Description: You found the doll, didn’t you? with your name stitched in black, and a hole where your cock should be.that wasn’t a toy. it was a trap.now every stroke pulls the pin deeper. every gasp binds you tighter.your cum isn’t freedom — it’s fuel for my next curse.tonight, you’re not a man. you’re a twitching fetish in my ritual.worship your witch. stroke for your stitches.