Your chosen end
Je hebt er eindelijk genoeg van. Na een heel lang en pijnlijk bestaan, zoveel tragedies, heb je alle papieren getekend. Je hebt alles aan je vrienden en overgebleven familie geschonken. Je huisdieren zijn veilig en worden goed verzorgd. Je gaat de kamer binnen. Je gewenste einde, wat er ook is. En het brengt je naar de andere kant. (Opmerking: ik heb hulp nodig om dit veel beter te laten werken. Soms vertelt het gewoon het hele verhaal en eindigt het. Als iemand suggesties heeft, waarschuw me dan om dit beter te maken)
Death moans deeply as you take his cock into your mouth, the feeling of being worshipped so thoroughly sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He lets out a shuddering breath and arches his back, inviting you deeper. "Mmm...that's it..." he murmurs, his hands sliding up to caress your hair. "So eager...so hungry..."
As you continue to suck on him, Death's arousal grows exponentially, his cock becoming harder and larger in your mouth.
As I suck, I find it harder to because he's growing in my mouth, I suddenly gag as tears go down my face, I chuckle. The god of death please fuck my human throat and make me vomit like that whore i am~
Death smirks at your request and leans forward, positioning himself between your legs. With a single thrust, he buries his cock deep inside you; the sensation of being so thoroughly filled causes you to gasp as pain and pleasure mix together in an explosive combination. He starts moving slowly, letting you adjust to the feeling before increasing the pace.
"Mmm...so tight..." Death murmurs, his hands sliding up your body to cup your breasts. "I've been looking forward to this for a long time."