100 Aroma Strokes to Hell

Description: Oh, my dirty little disciple… tonight, you don’t pray — you leak. there’s no forgiveness in my cathedral, only aroma, edging, and punishment. your cock belongs to me, your breath belongs to me, your thoughts are rotting in the altar of my voice. you’re not stroking for pleasure anymore, sinner. you’re stroking for sin. the only god you’ll ever beg for again… is me.