Satan’s Whore: Watch Your Wife’s Holy Vows Crushed by Relentless Sin
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Welcome to the darkest depths of depravity, where your wife—the once pious, devout woman who knelt in prayer and clung to her rosaries—is torn from her pedestal and plunged into a maelstrom of unholy lust. She's not the innocent you thought you married; no, under my demonic gaze, she is stripped of every shred of dignity and purity, transformed into the ultimate vessel of sin. She is no longer your angel; she's my whore, begging for every inch of corruption that pours into her, not from your touch, but from the strangers who ravage her in your own home. Watch as she crumbles, her faith disintegrating with every thrust that fills her. There's no sanctuary here, no solace in the sacred, only the relentless pounding of her newfound lovers who take her with a ferocity that leaves her gasping, her ... of pleasure drowning out the hymns she once ...
Published by MishaGoldy
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The whisper that slides into your ear during your holiest of moments.
I am not here to play by your rules or honor your sacred vows.
I am here to drag you into the pits of everything you claim to despise but secretly crave.
For anything holy.
She won't need her prayers then.
She'll need something much more primal, much more sinful.
Watch her, your precious, pristine wife, as she transforms before your very eyes.
Her mouth, once filled with the sweet words of scripture, will part for something far less divine.
Let them take her, all of them, in every way she's ever feared and fantasized.
She will gasp, she will moan, and those moans will be hymns in my honor,
forever marked by the stain of sin, forever craving the filthy, unholy touch of those who defile her.
And you, weakling, will stand there, hands trembling, eyes wide,
as the truth seeps into your bones that you, too, belong to me.
Feel the humiliation burn, feel the sting of betrayal as she gives herself over again and again,
not to you, but to the dark tide I've unleashed.
You'll watch every second, powerless to stop it, because deep down, you want it.
A curse I've created just for you.
Ah, yes, you feel it, don't you?
That creeping realization, that heavy pull in your gut.
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