Don’t think I don’t know what you are doing on the other side of that confessional booth, Father! There may be a wall between us, but I can hear the whisper of fabric moving and the way your breath is quickening. It’s just completely unmistakable. It must be so hard to control, considering as a priest you are not allowed to act on those desires of the flesh, even flesh as sexy mine during religious blasphemy phone sex.
That sin is exactly the reason I am here. The whisper of fabric is all because of the story I am telling you about how slutty I have been, and how I have been overcome with the need to be filled in each one of my pretty holes lately, and you just couldn’t help yourself while you were hearing all about my escapades during my confession. Of course, hearing you so close to me, and so unable to control yourself, even as a man of the cloth, has my honey pot just dripping with desire. Of course, I give you more detail than is needed, and you ask more questions about it, breathless. Can you tell if I’m telling the truth, or am I pushing the limits to tease you and lying straight to your face? Of course. Do I care? All I have to say is Father please forgive me, for I have sinned because I absolutely do not. What could be better than this no taboos slut causing her Priest to sin like this? That Priest giving in to his bodily desires, and creating life with a sinner like me during religious blasphemy impregnation phone sex.
*Giggles* Good, I’m glad that phone is in your hand, baby just thinking about religious blasphemy impregnation phone sex. Now just dial 1-888-8-FREAKY, just ask for me Cici <3