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You quickly lock eyes with me, and I wink at you while I bite my fingertip. Your face flushes hot, and you hastily turn your gaze to someone else in the chapel. I’m listening to your sermon, and the more you talk about the powerful, magnificent Jesus and God, the more excited I am! Finally, it’s confession time, and I have so much to tell you. So I swiftly stand up and become the first in line to see you. I climb into my booth and sit down. I begin by stating, “You know, I’m not a bad girl; I just have bad thoughts.” And you appear uncomfortable, but you beg me to keep going, “I just think about God and want to fuck myself madly with a cross dildo”. You gasp and enter my booth with me. You say I am the devil and am going to hell. But as I reach for your trousers, I can feel you becoming erect. I take your bible and place it beneath my knees as I kneel. I tell you to place your rosary beads around my neck.
I want you to use those beads to drag my head up and down on your cock as I make you shout, “fuck God!” In the confessional, I use my tongue to suck the crap out of your cock. You’re trying not to be too vocal because you’ve never done anything sexual. You have never violated your pledge to become a pastor. I continue sucking while you choke me with your rosary beads. My spit is all over the Bible I’m kneeling on. I tell you that the only way I’ll let you cum is if you say “Fuck god and hail Satan!” and pull away, but I feel your throat, and you speak those things! Then you shoot your cum all over my face, which of course ends up all over your Bible. You gaze at me, and I giggle before leaving. Call 1 888 70 HOT4U and ask for Parker to live your religious blasphemy phone sex fantasies.









