I know a lot of you love your religious blasphemy phone sex, but I’m told it’s even better when you call an older southern woman who grew up right smack in the middle of the Bible belt. Honey, when you slide your dial along the am channels on the radio in my neighborhood, all you hear is fire and brimstone across the radio. Right on the highway near my house, there are three mega-churches, even though every town for hundreds of miles has its own selection of smaller churches. This is a holy land unto itself, and here I am smack dab in the middle of it, ready to curse out the Lord’s name just to get you off. Why?
That’s what bad girls do.
That’s right – I’m a bad girl. I always have been, and at this age, there’s no point in stopping it now. It’s too much fun. I’m a sinner, through and through, and I’m not here to make any excuses about it. I’m just here to sin some more. Religious blasphemy phone sex is one of the many sins I happily commit as often as I can. I love it because it’s a double whammy – two sins rolled into one. I get to blaspheme while you stroke your hard cock for me. If that isn’t making the Baby Jesus happy that’s not my problem. I’m sure that boy stroked his cock plenty. Maybe his cum just looked like a halo when it sprayed…Oh, cum on, baby…it was funny. Laugh at that uptight Jew on a stick and imagine if he had the opportunity to enjoy it up his ass before he got nailed to it.
You’ll never unsee that in your head now, will you?
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