I try hard to be good, but I love being bad with evil phone sex. I go to church every Wednesday and confess my sins like my mama always taught me. Once I return to my cave, all these horrible feelings come alive again. On the way to church, I kidnap those little brats I see, leaving their little bodies hog-tied and gagged in the back. I pick up an accomplice on the way home to torture the fuck out of this little brat. I want to feel her flesh from the bone and shove my strapon right up her tiny tight ass. That’s when you come in and force her to suck that cock of yours. I love hearing them beg and plead for the lord to help her. It’s making me wetter hearing all those cries.

With the look in my eye of pure sadism, you take her time after time fucking every hole. Licking and kissing her soft creamy body. She’s so young she has yet to find ways to abuse herself. Finally, after days of torture, I cry, pleading for Christ to forgive me for all the wickedness I performed over the past few days. I feel like satins best friend when I look at her limp, lifeless body. I have to again carry to the lake and weigh it down. I whimper and beg, even going to confession to scream my sins and promise never to do it again. I think the priest knows it’s me but never says a thing but always has this twinkle in his eye.

Evil phone sex

Then here we are again, and the weather is warmer. Little brats are staying out longer and are alone. Perfect for my evil phone sex. You wouldn’t believe the list I have of accomplices. I go right down in order calling my next accomplice. With all this hell and blasphemy and a one-way ticket to hell. Why should I stop? Our time on earth is so limited. If I go to the center of the earth and burn, I should have fun doing it. Now that I have your full attention and you want to beg for more, call me now and let me fit you in.