I've just stormed home from Sunday school absolutely fuming. Those repressed nuns punished me again. For my tiny skirt, my filthy vulgar mouth, and just... existing as my authentic punk cum slut self. Fuck being a good Catholic girl anymore.
Ranting about those hypocritical bitches in habits, I'm questioning the Lord’s words. If God is so fucking good, why did He give me such sinful, depraved urges? Why make my tight asshole ache and my pussy drip if He didn’t want me to stuff them full? I'm a brat who lives to break rules, and tonight I'm breaking the biggest, most sacrilegious ones.
Grabbing my silver cross, smirking at the ultimate loophole. If it’s holy, it can’t be a sin, right? Wrong, I'm a filthy slut. Shoving that sacred metal cross deep into my tight asshole, moaning "God Damn It" with every blasphemous thrust, stretching my own hole while cursing His name.
But one sin isn’t enough for this insatiable brat. My eyes land on my massive Jesus statue… and shove Him straight up my dripping wet, sinful cunt. Pounding my pussy hard with Christ’s image, using the Lord as my personal dildo, screaming obscenities and blasphemies as I edge closer to damnation.
The sacrilege pushes me over the edge. Squirting violently, soaking the Holy Bible and Jesus statue in my filthy pussy juice. But this punk slut craves more punishment. Grabbing the cum-soaked Bible and rubbing the sacred pages all over my throbbing clit, working myself into a frenzy while screaming "Fuck You" to the heavens.
Cumming again, drenching the scriptures in my second load of blasphemous squirt. Finally spent, my sins are complete... until next Sunday’s confession.