Blasphemy Sex Feels So Naughty, But I Can’t Get Enough!

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Last night, I decided to treat my bedroom like a goddamn altar of sin. I knelt on the floor, staring at a crucifix on the wall, and decided the best way to honor the divine was to get my pussy absolutely wrecked. I called over a guy who looks like he’s never seen a gym in his life but has a cock that could split a boulder.

I told him to treat me like the worthless slut I am. He didn’t need telling twice. He grabbed my hair, yanked my head back, and spat right in my face before shoving his thick, throbbing cock down my throat. I gagged and choked, my eyes watering, while he called me a blasphemous whore, telling me that God is watching me swallow every inch of his seed.

Once he tired of my mouth, he flipped me over and slammed his cock into my soaking wet pussy from behind. He hammered away, slapping my ass red, whispering filth about how I’m nothing but a hole for his pleasure. I screamed, not from pain, but because I love being degraded. He finished by painting my back and ass in hot, thick cum, leaving me shivering and ruined on the floor.

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