Pussy

My pussy is both a portal to Heaven and a daemonic, carnivorous lotus. I constrict and devour his cock with it. I take great care of it, treat it with necessary reverence. Boric acid and probiotics in between menstruation. Cranberry and pineapple juice. Fingers along the inside while I pray, rubbing gently and then furiously until I release. A few nights ago, I felt the presence of an angel during this nightly meditation and I cried. 

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