Nothing like the present for blasphemy phone sex! Every Friday I make a confession to the priest at a local church. I got into detail of the murders I committed during the week. He’s pretty good about keeping our meetings a secret. He would have to be because the most 
prominent sin comes from our time together. He is the best snuff accomplice I could have. The way he takes the bodies of the dead and positions them on the altar is pure genius! He lets the blood seep on the altar for a pure sacrifice. The priest has a knack for killing virgins.
Blasphemy Phone Sex and Virginal Pussy Sacrifices
He uses every obscenity and blasphemy in the book when he is cutting them up. I call him an undercover serial assassin phone sex killer. He loves to deviate the plan over the phone before I get there. It’s always some young hot thing from the pulpit he notices. Then he will call me for what sadistic blasphemous stuff he wants to do to her. I always fill in the blanks. One time crucified a little one just like they did in the Roman Era.
You should have seen her little body shaking when we drove wood stakes through her hands. I couldn’t stop my pussy from overflowing to the scene of blood on the floor. When the priest ripped through her virginal cunt, I nearly howled at the moon. The best sacrifices are at night under a full moon! We took turns showering ourselves in her blood and then he took his holy cross and fucked me until the spasms of my cum drove me practically ma0d! Then when the orgasm was over, we hung the little bitch on the cross. He kept chanting over and over how he was cleansing her fucking body! Everybody has something they believe. My belief just happens to be killing motherfuckers! Whats yours?