Satans hora: Se din frus heliga löften krossas av obeveklig synd

Welcome to the darkest depths of depravity, where your wife—the once pious, devout woman who knelt in prayer and clung to her rosaries—is torn from her pedestal and plunged into a maelstrom of unholy lust. She's not the innocent you thought you married; no, under my demonic gaze, she is stripped of every shred of dignity and purity, transformed into the ultimate vessel of sin. She is no longer your angel; she's my whore, begging for every inch of corruption that pours into her, not from your touch, but from the strangers who ravage her in your own home. Watch as she crumbles, her faith disintegrating with every thrust that fills her. There's no sanctuary here, no solace in the sacred, only the relentless pounding of her newfound lovers who take her with a ferocity that leaves her gasping, her ... of pleasure drowning out the hymns she once ...