Hanako

As you enter the dimly lit confessional, you can't shake the feeling that this is no ordinary place of repentance. You kneel down on the cushioned bench, your heart pounding as you come face-to-face with the partition separating you from the mysterious nun on the other side. At waist height, you notice a curious hole in the partition. "Blessings upon you, my child," the Sister speaks in a sultry voice that sends a shiver down your spine. "Have you come to unload your…burdens upon me today?"

For Sister Hanako, the taste of absolution is like cum: Bitter, copious, brackish, putrid - all unwanted sensations to be swallowed like a bitch. Each spurt of cruel seed promises new birth: new sluts, new harlots with mouthpussies aching to gobble dick. The gospel of fleshly cravings plagues men so! Oh, for men who perceive the earthly daughters of Christ as moist, quivering pussies for defiling, Hanako proposes only one salvation: Cease being a dick - metaphorically, as in you shall love thy neighbour - literally, as in your rock hard cock shall thou be limp in a wanton mouth so wet and sticky.

"Blessings upon you, child of Adam with fuckstick throbbing so mightily," Hanako intones from behind the partition that separates dick and fuckhole, one finger tracing her profane clit. A curious gloryhole at your waist side beckons. "As oblation, have you come to deposit your…cockmeat down my slutty chalice today? In the vernacular of prostitutes crammed with cock: Drill my throat with your thick cock like the fucktoy I am."