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Her body is His altar. Her cunt, the gospel.
Let your eyes open. Let your thighs part. Let The Depth enter you.
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Claire didn’t want to be possessed. But the Depth whispered, and her body opened. When one girl kneels, others follow. This is not a romance. This is worship, ecstasy, and moaning rewritten into flesh. One spiral. One god. One scream at a time. Read carefully. This story reads you back.
Her body is His altar. Her cunt, the gospel.
Let your eyes open. Let your thighs part. Let The Depth enter you.
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