Blasphemy Phone Sex Keeps Me Going

Blasphemy Phone Sex

When I’m at odds with the big guy upstairs, I give my mommy holes a little faith in the heavenly father with some hellishly hot blasphemy phone sex.  Sacreligious sexy time helps me clear my mind and bring me back to center.  So what if I cream my cunt with a crucifix dildo or bash in my own butthole with a silicone bust of the sacred mother?  God gave me a horny pussy and eager ass for a reason and I’m gonna use them!

The song I sing isn’t just mine, tons of people know the not so joyful tune.  Raised poor, looked to the church for support, got abused and taken advantage of by the elders.  If that sounds familiar to you, then you get it.  I don’t give a damn if Jesus were sitting on the end of my bed, that wouldn’t slow me down a bit.  I’d still make my gash all goopy with every graven image I have in my possession and give myself a screaming orgasm while he watched.  He supposedly sees me all the time anyway, right?  So what’s the big deal?

There’s not one sinful doubt in my mind that Jesus would whack off while he watched me work my holiest of holes with a handheld representation of his mother.  He’d probably try to see how far he could stick that rubbery crucifix inside of my cum canal before I screamed out for mercy.  Our Lord and Savior would slay my snatch and gape out my ass for sure, but I bet he’d be really nice while he did it.  Not like those church dicks who did whatever they wanted to my young bald pussy every Sunday. 

 

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