As a submissive maid, I kneel before Satan, his manhood a sacred emblem. I caress and adore, my small, natural breasts bared, immersed in the ecstasy of worship and pleasure.
As a devoted servant, I find myself entranced by the power and allure of Satan's manhood. His virility is undeniable, and I can't help but crave his touch. Each time he rises, I'm drawn to him, yearning to worship and serve him with all my being. My hands eagerly explore his sacred member, feeling every inch of his thickness and length. The sight of him pleases my mistress, who watches from above, her eyes filled with lust. She joins in, her hands meeting mine in a shared act of adoration. We stroke and caress him together, our pleasure mirroring each other's. The room fills with our moans and the rhythmic movement of our hands. We're lost in the ecstasy of our shared worship, our bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself. Our devotion to Satan is unwavering, our pleasure boundless. This is our world, our ritual, our way of life.
