Do you know why I do blasphemy phone sex? Because it’s the only time I can really talk about all the filthy sinful things I do without having to confess to Father Thomas. I mean I still have to do my confessions every week because I’m a phone sex nun and it’s expected. But honestly, I think even if it wasn’t a requirement because I’m a nun, Father Thomas would insist on hearing my confessions every week. He tries to hide his excitement as he listens to all of the dirty religious phone sex acts I have committed each week. But I have seen that boner of his rising beneath his robe. The funny thing is, he really doesn’t have to wear his robe unless he wants to. But he always wears them when I’m telling him how much of a phone sex whore I’ve been. Last Sunday I confessed how I snuck into one of the Sister’s bedrooms and woke her up with my tongue in her pussy, and made her cum so hard I had to cover her mouth to muffle her moans. I could swear he almost jizzed in his boxers that day! I know I really shouldn’t be such a disgraceful heathen, committing all these shameful sexual deeds to satisfy my carnal desires. I just can’t help myself. Don’t tell me you don’t have a phone sex fantasy of watching two nuns eating each others cunts! I can tell you that I’ve done much more than that! If you have a hard-on for blasphemy fetish phone sex, you should give this nun a call!