“Jesus, angel, I want you to bang me like a whore, alright? To shag me like a two-bit rent boy you’ve paid enough to do whatever you like with, and what you like isn’t very nice.” Crowley wanted to cry. He closed his eyes and bit out, “I want…I want you to fuck me like you’re trying to force the damnation out of me with your cock. Like…like I really am the adversary, and you’re claiming me as a victory for Heaven.”
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