Blasphemy Phone Sex, If You Dare

blasphamy phonesex angieAs I slowly circle her bleeding and broken body I dip my fingers into my wet cunt bringing them to my lips and savoring the juices that her pain made flow down my thighs. My nipples are so hard they hurt and the pain from their straining only serves to increase the flow of liquid between my legs. We have been here for hours. I lost count of how many bones I have broken. Looking at her laying there bleeding and in agony brings me such pleasure. It really is sinful to enjoy this so much. But then that is what makes it so much fun! I can’t count the number of times she has begun to pray to that fucking God of hers. It makes me sick to hear her uttering his name. Praying for his help. Bitch please, he can’t help you, he won’t help you, he isn’t fucking here and he isn’t fucking real. I can’t count the number of times I have said “Fuck your God, where is he?” and I can’t count the number of times she has felt my wrath for uttering the words “God loves you and he forgives you” This bitch just doesn’t get it. I need to show her once and for all just what I think of her fucking God and his bullshit forgiveness. I am a cunt’s hair from snuffing this bitch, she has served me well. But I just can’t end it before the ultimate blasphemy. The final dig before ending this game. I go to the basement where I have boxes of things that belonged to others. I know I have seen some religious crap in there. I take my time as I enjoy the sound of her cries up stairs. And then I find them, a huge brass cross with a man hanging from it and a statute of a virginal woman with her blue veil on.  I carry them up stairs and show her what I have. As I get between her legs she is sobbing hysterically, and I can’t stop cumming. “This is what your God is doing to you, fucking you” The scream she lets out as I shove the statute up her ass head first and the cross up her swollen and bruised pussy at the same time brings me to an orgasm to top all orgasms. I use my pelvis to shove them deep in her as I lean over and wrap my hands around her neck. As I squeeze slowly, enjoying taking her last breath, I take great pleasure in knowing the last words she hears are “A-fucking-men”blasphamy phonesex witch

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