Glorius sights bestow me. The temple of ultimate hedonistic desires surrounded by obsidian gates. A familiar aroma calls to me through the fiery gates. I enter to stumble upon a floor made of maggots and parasites with the desecrated remains of familiar adolescence.
These children, they stare with deadly hatred as they twist and contort to inhuman figures. they swarm me.
With faces of children whose innocence once defiled, they unleash upon me what was once wrought to them by my hands. Sliced open they proceed to bathe in my blood, devouring the intestinal tract. Such pleasure they have in my pain. Much pleasure it brings me as my cock begins to stiffen. the sweet sensation of blood bloating within my sack and my own organs lubricating my dick as the maggots dig their way into my testicles.
My vision, it fades as I fall deep into a comatose of rotten pleasureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
