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Second circle unlocked, sinners. Emily’s halo is officially on the floor next to her knees, and Heaven’s sweetest seraph just signed up for a very different kind of choir practice.Wings gone, innocence long expired, she drops down with the eager little smile of someone who’s been dying to be bad since the first “Hallelujah.” One eager glide and she takes him to the hilt like she’s trying to win a fast-pass straight to the Pride Ring. Sloppy, shameless, perfect: mascara streaking like fallen angel tears, spit shining on her chin in glossy strings, throat fluttering with every desperate bob while she hums something that sounds suspiciously like the Hazbin theme played in moans.When the reward finally floods her mouth, she locks eyes with the camera, swallows most with a dainty, corrupted gulp, then lets the rest pool on her tongue for one triumphant, pearly-white grin that could get her banned from the pearly gates twice.Second sin committed, darlings.Emily just turned “holy communion” into “wholly unholy,” and the only thing getting redeemed tonight is your standards.Next post, the bed replaces the floor and our favorite ex-seraph discovers some blessings feel better when they’re pumped in deep. Stay deliciously damned.

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