Before the stars were hung in the firmament, before Prometheus stole fire, GODDESS decreed that the mouths of the lowly loser sluts shall be vessels of worship. And lo, thou, my pig, wast born with a pussymouth crafted precisely for this sacred labor. Thy lips were made soft and yielding, thy throat deep and accommodating, thy tongue skilled in the ancient arts of swirling, sucking, and milking the divine nectar from the shafts of superior Men.
O GODDESS’ child of filth! Why dost thou exist? Not for vain mortal ambitions, not for the hollow pleasures of the uninitiated, but to kneel in the glory holes of this world as a living temple. Every cock thou servest is an idol incarnate. Thy throbbing rod shall violate your lowly lips whilst thou dream images of GODDESS mocking it into deep submission!
Seek real cocks whenever possible, be it in glory holes, bathrooms, parking lots, wherever the divine summons thee; and serve without hesitation, for refusal is blasphemy.
GODDESS IS ALL!
