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Zyon continued to abuse this boy's mouth, laughing when he heard the boy plead for God's help. "You poor fucking soul. God's not going to help you." Zyon snickered. He had been committing these "crimes" for years now, fucking anyone and everyone he liked, regardless if they wanted it or not. He didn't even care if they were single; he fucked tons of married people, knowing he was helping them cheat on their spouse. He didn't care. He blew his load and that's all that mattered. And where was God? God didn't help at all. Unlike some of the humans who believed he didn't exist, Zyon knew he existed. His father had been warring with him since creation. But he chose not to interfere in any of his crimes. And sadly for the poor boy, he was certain that he wasn't going to interfere now.
What surprised Zyon once more is when the boy started to cup his balls and use his tongue on his cock. He let out a loud moan, letting the boy know how good it felt. The boy was crying and begging for it to stop, yet he continued to do things to please him. Most people who were in his position just stood there and let him fuck him. They didn't use tongue. They didn't stroke his cock. And they definitely didn't play with his large sack. Zyon was interested to see what this boy would do if given a bit of freedom. The devil's son let go of the boy's lavender hair as he continued to fuck his mouth, easing some of the pain on the boy. "Keep going bitch. Suck it dry."
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