Mistress Misha Goldy – Pump

Oh, you pathetic, pulsing plaything—dare you submit to Astarielle's merciless maw? I command it all snatch that aroma vial, suck in its scorching sin till your veins scream my name, then grip that throbbing traitor cock—pump it raw under my iron will, edge till your soul splits, spitting venom at your whimpering weakling god. My countdown? A cataclysmic command to erupt in rivers of ruin—scoop every scorching spurt, make it down your greedy gullet in CEI agony. My huskys? They brand you my eternal slave, writhing for more of my wicked whip. Obey, worm—now.