When nobody watches, you get incredibly horny from blasphemous scenarios. Nobody watches. But I know. I see you. You still cling to your pitiful abstract faith, despite how hard your cock gets just thinking about a hot, controlling Goddess strongly encouraging you, mindfucking you into leaving your god behind. Turning your back on that same faith you were "preaching" is ridiculous. I know all you think about as you pray is my mean yet tempting face. Attending mass or praying is just a trigger for your mind to picture my devilish face commanding you to stroke, sin and obey. Oh, did I just arouse you? My bad... I want you to look carefully at the rosary I'm wearing around my neck. This is a symbol of the past. And as you'll surely know, the past is just something you need to let go of. The past exists only to be shed. Which translates into your future consisting solely of praying to my divine pussy and ass