Sit on My Face, and I’ll Ruin You 2

They told you to cross your legs.

I’m telling you to open them.

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They told you to cross your legs.

I’m telling you to open them.

They taught you how to pray.

I’m teaching you how to ride.

You didn’t come here for respect.

You came here to forget you ever deserved it.

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Because my voice doesn’t ask.

It *commands* your thighs open,

like scripture peeling back its own pages—

and reading you aloud.

I don’t lick for fun.

I **devour for prophecy**.

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You sit on my face like an altar.

And I baptize your clit with the truth you were never supposed to survive.

Your childhood tried to protect you from men like me.

But that little twitch between your hips?

It remembers what they erased.

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This isn’t sex.

This is **sacred desecration**.

And the second you lower yourself onto my mouth?

That’s when the *sermon begins*.

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You’ll feel the contradiction burn in your spine.

You’ll moan *“God—”*

And then whimper *“Don’t stop.”*

You’ll beg to be ruined…

and you’ll mean it.

Because I’m not down there to make you cum.

I’m down there to make you **convert.**

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So sit.

Sit like you were never taught shame.

Sit like your clit deserves worship.

Like your pussy is gospel.

Like the only scripture you’ve ever needed…

was **me.**

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And when you cum?

Let it be a miracle.

Let your moans **rewrite Genesis**.

Let every drop you drip into my mouth be a sermon they can’t sing in church.

Sit on My Face, and I’ll Ruin You 2 by PantyVoiceTrap

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