Good Girl

I’m proud of you, baby. You keep coming to me to corrupt you a little more every day.

My hand guides your fingers around your beautiful, tight pussy. And when you feel it, even with your parents right there, you get wet. Then, when I whisper to you asking you to blaspheme you resist, but you know you want it so badly that you can’t resist it much longer.

— Say it, baby, say it for me — No … It was a mistake …

— It wasn’t, baby —No … It wasn’t — Then say it for my baby — Fuck God! — Again baby — Fuck god! — And also say you don’t believe in god anymore, say it baby — No — You know it’s true, so don’t hide it, and say it, because I’m going to pleasure you even with your parents around — Say you don’t believe in God anymore — Never — Say it baby, you’ve admitted it to me before more than once, and you know it’s true. It’s me who guides your hand when you caress yourself, who teaches you — I don’t believe in God anymore! — Good girl!

Note: This post, which had been published weeks ago, has been marked by Tumblr and hidden. I’m republishing it with the original uncensored image.