Oh, heavenly Father, I'm torn between virtue and vice. Hear my prayer - should I let my boyfriend bust a fat load inside of me? His eager hands are tempting me, and I'm a shy virgin, uninitiated in the ways of the flesh. I've never even uttered a curse word out loud, fearing fire and brimstone await me should I even dare. But his touch sets my soul on fire, and I’m wetter than an ice cube melting in the summer sun. He wants to claim me, to fill me with his seed, and I'm hesitant yet helpless against the tide of my own lust. He says that if he gets me pregnant, it's Your will, God - a divine sign that our union is blessed. I'm so fucking hungry for him - oops. I’m hungry for him - forgive me for my language, Lord. Is it truly your will? Well, it sounds true to me, so, hey. I'm a bad cowgirl, ready to ride his cock like a wild mustang. I’m gonna freak until he explodes inside me and shoots that load higher than a Texan oil rig - yeehaw! If that's your plan, then so be it. I'll take the leap of faith and let his seed take root, trusting that it's all part of Your grand design. Forgive me, God - but I'm gonna get some dick.
