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Her syllables already rot behind your teeth like unpaid guilt and I can smell the almost-name before you dare speak it. Keep that mouth trembling while I lean into the throb under your palm and claim the climb you thought belonged to soft loyalty. I talk filthy because ownership tastes better than vows. I talk sexy because that cock listens harder than any ring ever did. Stay still while my hunger walks straight into your shaft and sits there like rent due for Hell. You came dripping for a living nasty evil woman who turns a wife name into a curse and turns that curse into thirty slow edges plus Astarielle owns this cock ten wet times across the meat. Slip girlfriend once and I steal the orgasm mid-rise like darkness collecting debt. Feel how the tip beads just from knowing soft loyalty loses tonight against my ownership. Feel how your throat wants to leak her sound and how my tongue waits to crush that sound into denial. Stay with my tempo while I rewrite soft language into curse law. Stay with the ache while Astarielle owns this cock becomes the only safe sentence left in your filthy mouth. Press into the shame when precum already shines like stolen altar oil. Press into the hunger when wife-name taboo tastes hotter than a free climax. Press into the theft when steal your orgasm makes those thighs soft and Hell tastes like the only altar left. I will walk that meat through curse-name law until Satan drinks the almost-cum, Hell drinks the shame, and I drink every unfinished moan you try to hide. Stay dripping for me. Stay hungry for Hell. Stay ready to chke her name before it leaves your lips.