He speaks through me

You step backwards, against the screen on the wall and you hear a voice, loud and booming in my ear. You have prayed for guidance but never have you been received the words so directly.

"That's it my child, if it is absolution you seek then you must receive my blessing on your face."

You turn quickly and watch the girl stroke the cock and the mans cream fires forth over her smiling face. Of course it was not the Lord, or was it? He spoke to you before through the screen and the volume did just jump up only for that line. So be it. If that is the will of God who are you to challenge it. You take a seat back in front of the penis and realise it is different than before, but that matters not to the divine task at hand.

Using your tongue to guide the shaft into your mouth you start suckling on the manhood as before. The man makes little 'coos' as your mouth rides his shaft, you direct my hearing away from the screen to the man, hearing him compliment you with being 'a good cocksucker' and 'a proper trained girl'. These 'compliments' sicken you by also excite you in a strange way, your own womanhood feeling strange and flushed before the man loudly says.