SINFUL SNIFFS

What's a few dedicated breaths, just a few to push you into a deeper state of pleasure. Is that not holy? Should it really make you feel so shameful and dirty? It will, your feelings don't matter to the higher power. Follow the rules, don't lust and you're safe, right? It's become so hard though, when your damaged brain is so dependent and desperate for it. You should be damned. For being so weak. For wanting it bad. When it feels so good, it's soooo unfair you break for it. You're not who you used to be, you're now undignified, lusting, a stupid fucked mess. You can't go back now. It calls for you. A perfect nightmare. Just a few sniffs here and a dozen plaps that remodel you to be nothing more than this. Fueled by your needs, your desperation, turned to sin. Turned to a pervert getting fuzzy headed, edging more than once, more than you ever thought necessary. All this profanity not only tempered with your soul, it restructured you, to only follow sin, to follow your desperation. Drool and worship with your cock, mind blank getting closer and closer to your new God. Follow Goddess - SIN, SNIFF, PUMP.