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Blasphemy sex hails the Dark Lord with pussy blood

Blasphemy sex Blasphemy sex is to serve the Dark Lord and gain demonic power. I do what I am told, and Master Daddy gave me the command to find our next sacrifice. A freshly ordained priest. A beacon of righteousness who met his end only because he thought I needed a savior! I played the innocent victim who was trapped by an evil man, using me for his evil pleasures.

The poor Priest was so naive. He was convinced that he could cleanse me of my sins and lead me back to the path of righteousness. He was a fool, and it was way too late to realize my sob story was just bait! He tried to leave, but my Master Daddy put a knife against his throat. He ordered us to take his cock out, and I started sucking it. He has a really nice dick; it’s a shame that he didn’t follow another path. He got hard so fast, which proves he is a pig just like the rest of us.

That cock was so hard, he was about to explode. Master Daddy stepped it up and ordered him to fuck my cunt for Satan. The Priest refused, so he got a slice on his cheek. He finally took the situation seriously and started fucking me. He was working that dick good. It was as if he was driven by some demonic possession; he found his rhythm, fucking me with a fervor that bordered on the divine.

Once he found his rhythm, Master Daddy stuck his dick in the Priest’s ass. We made a priest sandwich. He got a brutal ass fucking, each thrust, and the sharp blade sliced him. He was ordered to say he was a faggot whore for Satan, and he didn’t hesitate. He shouted as loud as he could. I think he was hoping that would save his life. But Master Daddy needed his blood, so after he shot his nut in that Priest’s ass, his throat was slit for Satan! Another Snuff sex sacrifice and such a highly valued one that my Master Daddy is more powerful than ever

Satan’s Whore: A Filthy Hail Mary Fuck

Blasphemy sexI knelt before the altar, my naked body glistening with sweat, my cunt throbbing with need. “Hail Satan,” I chanted, my voice husky with lust. “Make me your whore, your filthy fucktoy.”

He materialized behind me, his hand fisting my hair, yanking my head back. “You’re mine,” he growled, his teeth grazing my ear. “My personal slave, my dirty little slut.”

I whimpered in submission, spreading my legs, presenting my holes to him. He slapped my ass, hard, leaving a red handprint on my jiggly flesh. “You like that, you fucking whore?” he snarled. I nodded frantically, my pussy gushing with desire.

He shoved two fingers into my cunt, pumping them hard and fast. I moaned, my back arching, my tits bouncing with each thrust. He added a third finger, stretching me out, making me scream in ecstasy.

“Beg for my cock,” he commanded, removing his fingers and sucking them clean. I did as I was told, my voice desperate and needy.

“Please daddy,” I whimpered, “I need your big, hard cock. I need you to fill me up, to make me your whore.”

He grinned, unzipping his pants and letting his huge dick spring free. I leaned forward, presenting my ass, begging him to mount me. He slid into my tight hole, stretching me out, making me scream in pleasure and pain.

He fucked me hard, pounding my ass, making me take every inch of his cock. I was his slave, his whore, and I loved every minute of it. I came over and over again, my pussy and ass clenching around him, milking his cock for all it was worth.

Finally, with a groan, he filled me up, his hot seed shooting deep into my guts. I collapsed onto the altar, completely used, my holes dripping with his spunk. I was Satan’s whore, and I couldn’t wait for our next depraved session.

Bound and Begging: My Deviant Desires

I lie down on the bed, my legs spread wide, offering myself to you. “Suck my tits and finger my pussy,” I command, my voice dripping with desire. You oblige, your lips wrapping around my hard nipples as your fingers slide into my wet cunt. I moan and arch my back, pushing my body towards you, begging for more. And then your cock joins in, thrusting into me with a satisfying thud. I’m a writhing mess of lust and need, my body craving release. And then, it hits me, a tidal wave of orgasm that leaves me gasping and trembling. I pull you up, pressing my lips against yours in a messy, passionate kiss. “You’re such a good little slut,” I whisper, my hand reaching down to stroke your throbbing cock.

I can feel every inch of you, the way your cock pulses, the way your hips move in a relentless rhythm. It’s a filthy, messy act, and I fucking love it. I’m your plaything, your toy to use and abuse, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

You flip me over, my ass in the air, and you spank me hard, your hand leaving a stinging imprint on my flesh. I yelp, but it’s a sound of pleasure, not pain. You grab my hips, pulling me back onto your cock, and you fuck me from behind, your thrusts deep and powerful. I can feel your balls slapping against my clit with each stroke, sending shocks of pleasure through my body.

“Harder,” I beg, my voice a desperate whimper. “Fuck me harder, daddy. Make me cum.”

You oblige, your pace quickening, your cock swelling inside me. I can feel my own orgasm building, a coiled spring ready to snap. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, you cum, filling me with your hot, sticky seed. I scream, my own release tearing through me, my body convulsing around your cock.

Blasphemy Sex Gets Bloody With Sadistic Goth Teen Whore

Blasphemy Sex

Blasphemy sex with my satanic step-daddy is so hot especially after mommy got hit by the train. her legs don’t work anymore and I show mommy what a satanic little whore I am. We even show her what we do with her precious twin daughters, those stupid blond whores. One we sold to a bunch of mean sadistic gang members and they beat and torture her daily. We have a live stream to watch it all. The other we torture and fuck, just last night we ended it though. we poured gasoline on her and filled her pussy full of fire works…. I guess she just couldn’t handle the heat. I laughed and sucked my step daddy’s cock as she screamed in agony and rode his fat cock. we hailed Satan and decided to put an end to that handicapped bitch mother of mine. I turned the water heater all the way up and threw her into the shower. We cooked her alive and painted pentagrams on the bathroom wall and fucked each other sealing our satanic bond with each other. I told him we should have blasphemy sex at the church my mother loved and desecrate that space. It was so sexy. I just love being an evil satanic slut.

Blasphemy Sex in God’s House After Sunday School

Blasphemy SexGrowing up, My Parents were very religious. Church every Sunday, and again every Wednesday night. As I’ve grown up, I’ve now got My Own Beliefs. I just don’t feel guilty by being turned on by Blasphemy sex. It’s naughty, it’s taboo, and it’s fucking hot.I needed to get fucked, and the only way I could see Aaron was by attending church. Let me tell you what fucking happened.

Yesterday, I went to church with this guy I’ve been seeing. His parents make him go to church every Sunday Like mine used too. So He invited me, and I even Dressed up really nice, Nice for me means my ass isn’t hanging  All the way out of my skirt.. My Dress was rather low cut, and I wore a push up bra so my tits set kind of high.

When I got there I noticed all the women wore No make-up, long sleeves and long skirts. I am the only slut in here, was my first thought. I Just knew it was one of those crazy, holy roller, snake handling churches. Then,  I heard them calling me a whore. Whispering That I was a Slut. Judging me. Expected.

It really pissed me off. But, It didn’t stop there .

Sunday School was boring a fuck, But I Did notice all the teenage boys staring at me. I mean, Im a teen too, But the youth group boys acted like they had never seen a girl in their life. I teased them, sucking on a blow pop the youth Pastor Gave me. I Thanked him, by spreading my legs wide, revealing I wasn’t wearing any panties. He smiled, and I winked. Aarons cute, but he is fucking stupid and oblivious. My Cherry red lips, Licking that sucker was making their cocks stick up. I just wanted to show them what sins of the flesh really were. How good it would feel to give in to your sex.

Instead Of Learning about Noah’s Ark, I was wanting to show how they could take me, 2 by 2.

We sat in the front row, so the preacher was looming over us as he did his sermon. He stared at me, narrowing his eyes while he talked about Jezebelles. So, I undid another button on my dress, really making my tits pop out, and licked my Lips while staring at The Man of God giving us the good word. I made him stumble reading the scriptures, and that made me giggle.. I teased Aaron, rubbing his thigh. His mother did not approve.

Bored as fuck, my mind wandered. This church had those kneeling benches and all I could think about was How I could give Aaron the best fucking blow job on one of those. He could sit right on the fucking altar, and I could suck his cock perfectly. I could worship his dick, Like he was a God.

God Of The Flesh

Then, my mind wandered to sodomy. You know these church pews are the perfect height, for being bent over, and getting fucked in the ass. When I said that to Aaron, he burst out laughing. The pastor shot us a mean look. All I could think about was seducing him, he looked like an up tight mother fucker that needed to blow his load, maybe it would make him a little nicer.

I plan to go back, but next time. I’m going to seduce the Preacher.

 

Hell-Bound Whore the devils treat

I told him I wasn’t just any slut—I was a filthy little whore who wanted to be broken wide open. The second I dropped to my knees, I shoved my tongue out, begging for his cock. The taste of him hit my mouth thick and raw, and I gagged myself deeper, drool stringing down my chin. I wanted him to see how desperate I was. I worshipped his cock like it was the only altar I believed in, choking myself to prove I could take it.

When he pulled me up by my hair, my pussy was already dripping down my thighs. I bent over without asking, spreading myself wide open, whispering, “Stretch me out. Tear me up.” His cock slammed into me, and I screamed, loving the brutal way he fed me every inch. My cunt clenched, squirting around him, soaking the sheets until the whole room smelled like my pussy.

I begged for harder, nastier, deeper strokes—anything to make me remember I’d been used like a cum dumpster. Each thrust made me cry out, my body trembling, my nipples aching as I grabbed my tits and moaned, “Yes, ruin me—make my pussy your fucking playground.”

When he coated my insides, holding me down, filling me with every dripping drop, I smiled through my panting and whispered, “I asked for it. I deserved it. I’ll always want more.”

Gothic phone sex, let’s me connect to spectral lust

Gothic phone sex Gothic phone sex, here in the cemetery, is the perfect setting for us. It’s a communion, a bizarre symphony where pleasure and pain intertwine in the night. But I’m not the one stroking you—it’s her. The ghost, the last snuff victim, my Daddy Master. Her lust was undiminished by death, and I need some pleasure too. She’s fucking your mind, making your cock throb with a desire that’s both spectral and sinfully real, all to my satisfaction.
It’s not often that I get to enjoy anything; I am told what to do, and I do it, but now and again, I get to enjoy the sensual experiences of those who have passed on. The moon casts a gothic glow through the weeds and tombstones, as we fuck among the graves. I imagine that this was a ritual that’s as old as the spirits themselves.
Ghostly Fantasy phone sex becomes our medium, a bridge connecting the living to the restless dead. This orgasm isn’t just a release; it’s a celebration of sensual blasphemy, a sacred defilement. Fuck it feels so good when those ghostly fingers work up and down on my body and then start to jerk you off. It’s crazy to be stroked off by a ghost and a snuff slave, but it does feel amazing,

Blasphemy Sex: It’s Beautiful Evil Reduced to Filth

Blasphemy sex is exciting filthy pleasure. It’s that innate need to just fucking damn the Church and become a whore fucking all religious artifacts.

First it’s the god damned crucifix dildo to sodomize my ass since Sodomy is a sin. Then to masturbate my cunt while pouring vials of Holy water over my naked sinful body. For the body of Christ should then enter me. And those Blessed wafers representing his flesh I must devour. Like a filthy cannibalistic whore I will scream and eat his flesh!

For the blood of Christ is wine I shall become drunken into a stupor. Then I will invite the congregation in and allow the men to sodomize my whore ass.

And the little girls and boys of the congregation will line up for Jesus and get their mother fucking god damned asses penetrated like an orgy during Pizza gate lets fuck in the Church and sin under the eyes of the Lord and perverted christened GOD.

Blasphemy sex

Murder Fantasy, Torture, and Blasphemy

Blasphemy Sex

 

My little sister was always a part of my secret murder fantasies. I wanted to take her to my boyfriend’s cabin in the woods and strap her small young teen body down to his kitchen table. I’d whisper to her and tell her how we were going to sacrifice her body to the devil after I shoved a large wooden cross in her tight virgin pussy. I would lick up her tears and pinch her nipples until they bleed. She would try to move and beg us to stop. We would laugh at her as she begged us to have mercy on her.

Torture Sex

My boyfriend would ram his thick cock into her pussy tearing it open. Blood would trickle down her thighs and she would cry asking us why. I would start cutting her stomach open and play with her dark red blood. I would lick her blood off my favorite knife and thrust it in her chest killing her. Her eyes would open wide in surprise before the light left her eyes. My boyfriend would keep fucking her corpse because you should never let a cunt go to waste. He’d fill that dead pussy full of cum and then we’d burn her body. She doesn’t know how twisted my murder and rape fantasies are. Maybe one day they’ll be more than just a fantasy.

Blasphemy sex is the next step after kidnapping our victim

Blasphemy sex Blasphemy sex is a ravenous beast, and the endless darkness needs to be fed. We’ve had a steady stream of young victims to play with, but this last one felt special. The little schoolgirl, with her short skirt and exposed thigh gap, was a vision of innocence corrupted. I knew she had to be mine.
Watching her struggle to get free, I could see the fighting spirit in her eyes. It made my cunt so hot since I knew what was in store for her. And so, I led her down the darkened corridor, her cries echoing off the cold, stone walls. Her screams only served to heighten my arousal, and I couldn’t wait to see what she would do when she saw you.
As we entered our Torture sex dungeon, I could see her go from panic to leaving her body. The fear was so intense that she had to disconnect. She tried to scream when she saw you standing there. You looked so fucking sexy standing there naked with a massive hard-on. She tried to scream, but it came out silent, and fuck did that make me wet. So I threw her down at your feet and popped that dick down her throat. She needed a little motivation to do better. So when I put my blade to her throat, she started sucking on your cock like a starving orphan sucking on her first lollipop. She did such a good job that it didn’t take long for the demon to take over. Your cock grew three times its size and shot a load that blew out the back of her head. Hail Satan!