Hello, my little lost lamb. Where do you think you’re going? Wherever it is, it won’t be nearly as interesting as what I have planned for you. If you try to resist, then this rag that smells remarkably like chloroform will end up covering your nose.
See, you just ran afoul of a Satanic phone sex temptress. You might focus on the religion or the job title portions, but it is really the temptress part you need to be worried about. The other two, well, they fall in line perfectly with it. But I am not going to tempt you, my little lamb. No, you will be an offering to Satan as I defile a house of worship. Oh, but you will get something out of it too, don’t you worry.
See, when you hear about Satan, you think human sacrifices and all that. While he does love a bit of blood, we won’t be needing your life. No, not that much at all. See, I plan on strapping you to the cross, and then whipping you until my pussy drips and your back looks like a Jackson Pollock painting. Oh, yes, Satan and I are both sadists, little sacrificial lamb.
Good news for you is it won’t take that long to get me all drippy because I’m already wet as fuck from the idea of making you cry in pain. After that, I will spread some salt on the altar and throw your ass on top of it. It’ll hurt like hell, sure, but I can get you so hard, regardless, because I plan on riding your innocent little cock to an orgasm that you won’t believe.
With any luck, it’ll turn into a three-way between you, me, and the Fallen One himself. Though, I wouldn’t get your hopes up of not being in the middle. After all, homosexuality, even forced bi, is a sin, you know….
Just ask for Devon Smith your sexy satanic phone sex temptress
