Blasphemy phone sex is hotter than hell. Do I look religious to you? Fuck no. When I was a young girl I did very bad things in church. My parents forced me to go to Catholic church, but I had the soul of Satan even then. No innocence in me ever. I remember the time that I got my family barred for life from their church. The priest, who was likely diddling little boys, was droning on and on about asking for God’s forgiveness. Forgiveness for what? I was not yet the castrating, brat killing, murderous sadistic bitch I am today. I had nothing to ask forgiveness for. He was talking about how Christ died for our sins. I was a young school girl what the fuck sins did I have yet? Made me want to commit some since I was already a fucking sinner. So, I grabbed my mother’s cross, went up to the alter for communion. I turned around, sat on the alter and fucked my cunt in front on the congregation with my mom’s cross. The gasps turned me on. The look of shock on everyone’s face was priceless. Just a little squirt and I was saying fuck God and Jesus as I ravaged my fuck holes with a holy cross. I think they thought I was possessed by the devil. Maybe I was. Maybe I still am. My parents pretty much disowned me after that. They were forced to provide for me, but I never got a hug or an I love you ever again. They tried to commit me several times, but I outsmarted the doctors. I turned the tables on my folks, made it look like I was just a troubled girl because I was the product of abuse and parental neglect. I was put in foster care and allowed to flourish into the evil sick blasphemous bitch I am today. Fuck God, Fuck Jesus and fuck the sanctimonious church. It is much more fun to be a brat of Satan than a brat of fucking God. Us taboo phone sex sluts have way more fun than those innocent girl next door types.
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