HE CAME UNTO (AND INTO) ME! Brothers and sisters in the love of the sweet baby Jesus, this is Sister Vienna here, down on my knees practicing religious blasphemy phone sex. Can I get an, “AMEN!” We gather today under the bright, warm sunshine that our glorious God has made so we could rejoice in is handiwork: rainbows, the mighty forests, the innocence and trust of a puppy’s wagging tail, and the telephone. Yes, my friends, it was His mighty power that inspired the invention that allows me to offer you the HOTTEST religious blasphemy phone sex!!!
Our savior will come again! And again and again and again!! The pocked iron nails through his burly hands weren’t the only things getting pounded that calamitous Friday on Golgotha. After a few shekels passed hands (also a couple of quick handjobs), I was able convince two nervous Roman guards to lift me up so I could press my weary forehead against his garment and feel those sweaty, bulbous baptismal balls. Not even the agony of crucifixion could keep the Messiah’s enormous catechistic cock from becoming engorged with the original communion wine! (Seriously, though…he was just…soooo…BIG! The Nazarene was well hung long before he was, well…hung.) His beefy, scarred chest heaved as I undid the tattered loincloth that barely hid the divine dick and began to lick that heavenly head, careful not to spill any of his sinfully scrumptious semen. Instead, I had the guards boost me up, and, right before his perfect soul shuffled off its mortal coil, I snowballed the Son of Man.
Or perhaps you prefer your religious blasphemy phone sex more contemporary! I could maybe tell you how my favorite priest convinced me to become the sexy slut he always knew lived inside the smooth boy’s body into which I had been born?
I won’t know what you want until you call, Sugar!! Just get down on your knees and dial 1 888 8 FREAKY and ask the angel on the other end for Vienna.
AIM: vixen_vienna4u