Toilet-Slave In Fast Food Restaurant
Kneel before the porcelain throne, you wretched worm. I command you to grip that pathetic, ringed nub and pump until your filthy essence splatters the rim like a disgraceful offering. Watch it drip, mingling with the grime—now lap it up, tongue delving into every crevice, swallowing your shame while I tower over you, my laughter … Toilet-Slave In Fast Food Restaurant