Your favorite JOI and my wet fart

Description: Your existence, so miserably devoted to seeking approval, finds solace in the most debased of acts, reveling in the odious aroma of my dominance. it's not just air to you, is it? it's a divine gust, a foul wind you're begging to worship, to wrap your lips around, to inhale with reverence as if it's the highest form of validation you could ever hope to achieve. how perfectly revolting and utterly fitting for a creature of your lowly stature. but let's not gloss over the sheer magnitude of your depravity, oh no. you don't just seek to inhale; you yearn to taste, to savor the essence of my disdain, to consume the very wind as if it carries the flavors of your debasement, a perverse sacrament for your twisted soul. this audio, my voice, is your sanctuary, a temple of degradation where you come to pray, to listen, and to obey, endlessly looped as a mantra of your servitude.