My parents raised me to be a good Christian girl, that much is true. Unluckily for them, as soon as I got to high school I was unrelentingly tempted by the dark arts. I just didn’t trust a word that came out of the churches teachings anymore! Can you blame me? The bible is just an outdated, bullshit piece of fiction. There are so many good things in life that those religious crocks try to make you swear off and it soon became my goal to twist all of those commandments so I could enjoy them to the fullest. Maybe that’s where I got my taste for religious blasphemy phone sex!
My one of my first real boyfriends was a Satanist. So, you could say my descent into Hell was a swift one. I was glued to him and he taught me all the ways to dedicate myself blood, body, and soul to the great Lucifer. Now, at the bright age of eighteen, I’m a full-blown conduit to Satan on Earth. I’ve got draining souls down to an art. The guys I hook up with rarely even notice that their life energy is being drained away as I fuck them senseless!
The best part about religious blasphemy phone sex, in my opinion, is getting you guys to admit that you’re willing to sell your soul off bit by bit in exchange for mindblowing pleasure. It’s second nature for me to take you through a little ritual, but it’s always fun to spice things up! You know, some bible desecration here, cursing each and every point of the cross there. Doing the devil’s work is meant to be fun after all! Take that stick out of your ass and put your cock in mine while we hail Satan together in bliss!
I know religious blasphemy phone sex isn’t for the faint of heart, but it is for these black souls! Try it out and damn us both. 1-888-662-6482 and ask for Georgie