Religious Blasphemy Phone Sex with Jacquelynn

Religious blasphemy phone sex has the potential for so many different roleplays. Let’s talk about a few ideas and things I’ve thought of. Church really isn’t my thing but I’ve been a few times for various reasons. One time while the pastor was giving his sermon, I thought about playing with myself right there in my ew. In lieu of doing that, I shifted my hips just enough that my panties rubbed against my clit. But, all the while, I thought of pulling my panties off altogether, spreading my legs, and fingering my pussy for all those church motherfuckers to see. I thought about getting someone to fuck me on the alter. I rocked my hips, feeling the orgasm building while I thought about yelling “fuck Jesus” at the top of my lungs while I came.

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Once, I went to confession. Once and only once. I’m a sinner and I give exactly zero fucks about it. Life’s more fun that way. Anyway, I confessed to the father that I wanted to fuck him right there in the booth. Sadly, he had integrity but that didn’t stop me from thinking about letting those black robes hang open while he bent me over the seat. It would have been so hot for him to renounce God. Corrupting a preacher sounds so incredibly fucking hot, don’t you think, boys? Corrupt a father right there in his own church. Fuck, yes that makes my pussy so wet! Doesn’t that idea make your cock so hard? I can be a satanic slut and condemn every believer. Put their faith to the test, huh?

If you want something discrete or something completely out there, I’m good with either. As long as we’ll have some kinky religious blasphemy phone sex together, that’s all that matters as far as I’m concerned. Until next time. Smooches.

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Blasphemy Phone Sex with Lilly

I’m not always the sweet Lilly flower you guys know. I have a wicked side that only comes out when I’m on a blasphemy phone sex call. As soon as I get a fellow sufferer of fanatcal religious parents, my ungodly demonic side explodes to the surface and all of my unwanted intrusive thoughts can’t stay inside. I grew up in a picturesque small town. My early childhood years were full of blue skies, rainbows and white picket fences. Unfortunately though this paradise was not long lasting because I also had very psycho parents. My “born again” bible thumper mom and dad instilled the “fear of god’s wrath” into my brain when I was old enough to understand what “wrath” was. lol They were such hypocrites! I knew all of the bad things they both did and I kept quiet about them for a long time, but the more they poked the bear in me, the more I wanted to let it pour out. More about that later. As an impressionable girl, their prayers of purity seemed to be normal. But as I grew into a woman, (a big busted, beautifully curved, luscious younger woman), their prayers for the purity of my soul became fanatical. They preached to me constantly about the sins of the flesh. They were non-stop with their warnings of how I would be tempted by boys pressuring me to do things I shouldn’t, like kissing and touching. In their minds, these boys were sent by the devil himself to take my most “precious gift” as they called it, my virginity. They pounded into my brain that my thoughts and actions must remain pure. If they only knew the pounding pastor Ken was giving me in the church rectory! Lord have Mercy!

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They had me read the bible every day, many times a day, to keep any sexually devilish thoughts away. They wanted me to remain as pure as the driven snow. What a joke, the only thing pure snow back then was Pastor Ken’s cocaine, talk about devilish. lol As my tits grew bigger and bigger my dad freaked out more and more. He warned me that if my shirt was too tight or too low cut that I would raise impure thoughts in the boys in my class. When I left the house they checked my face for makeup, especially lipstick, which they called the tips of the devil’s pitchfork! lol They were insane. To them the pitchfork stands for the devil’s trident and all wicked activity.Their nightly prayer included asking God to watch over me and keep me walking the path of the righteous, every time I left the house they would yell out “God loves you Lilly!! He’s right by your side” !! That’s how I was forced to grow up. How fucking sick, right? Fuck that shit! Just thinking about it makes me turn into a wild animal. My blasphemy phone sex callers have heard my stories and know they raise a fire in me. Right my naughty demons !! You guys know who you are. They love to call me when they’re in the mood for a hot, fiery bbw who doesn’t know how to hold back. You will too! You’ll need an exorcist to tear my hedonistic pussy, red hot mouth off of your body! That misled little girl no longer exists. Now I show off every inch of my curves with pride. Call me, and let’s bring out the devil in each other. Whaddya say??Amen to that!

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