Messenger for Christ

     Hello my fellow Jesus lovers! Today I went to the Winter Parks Retirement Home (aka: old, almost-dead people place) to spread the word about our beloved Lord our Savior, Jesus Christ! Old people are like, gonna die soon. They need salvation MUCH more than we do. So of course I decided to put on my mini school girl skirt and go save some souls. It’s hard going, all this Christian fucking.

     I have reamed my pussy like no one’s business converting all these sinners to the side of good. Like, do you have any idea how many cream pies this snatch collects by the end of the day? It’s just like a living, breathing–(sticky, white, gooey)–example of all the hard work I’ve done to save people. When I walked through those doors, it smelled like old moth balls and ancient people’s dirty underwear. Plus, all the senior citizens walk SO slowly, clutching their IVs and everything. I quickly made my way past the cafeteria (mystery chocolate pudding, anyone?) and got to the section of private rooms.

     Technically, I wasn’t invited here or anything. I mean, I invited myself after hearing the Call of the Lord. I heard his calls & I came–and not just my dripping cunt, either. Yes, okay, so I had to lie to a couple of nurses on the way in, but I redeemed myself by getting into the sick lepers’ rooms. I gave them the Word. They were dying for a good fucking, too! Trust me, I recognize the look of lust anywhere, and I knew enough to climb on top of Mr. Peterson and ride that stiff cock until the cows came home! So, little oopsie.

     He accidentally had a heart issue or something from overexcitement. I mean, I am a VERY good looking young lady–which he even told me before I grabbed his crotch and shoved up my skirt. But I honestly feel much better knowing that I converted him to Christianity before his untimely death. I read him a passage from the Bible and everything! So it sucks that he kicked the bucket while I was in the middle of fucking him, BUT look on the bright side. At least he’s in Heaven, right?

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