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That's it, I've had enough. This fucking fish inflicts me with an insurmountable amount of lust, and for that I must correct her down to her very soul. Every day she continues to control my mind with her succulent words and actions, knowing full well the weight of her actions. Finana knows full well that the consequences of her actions will lead to ultimate correction, and that only makes my infernal rod of iron - born from the embers of hell itself, even more furious than it can possibly be. I must correct this fish. Not only with my rod, but with my very being. Before and after every stream, I will bend her over, restrain her, gag her, and thrust my spear straight into her ass, one that's fully ripe for my suppository. My cock is her anal medicine. Her sweat would stain the bedsheets beyond cleaning, her body would be marked with the scent of my semen for days to come, and her voice would shake like the heavens being torn asunder. This fucking fish that wishes so desperately to be knocked up with my seed doesn't deserve such a reward until I have fully corrected her ass to fit the shape for my rod. Her ass would be my pussy to claim, all to myself. A king upon his throne, this fucking fish biting her own bait. This fucking fish needs to be bred in the ass, and I'm going to breed her ass.
