Only Anal Is Permitted

I've been pounding the pavement all day in this dingy apartment building, my crisp pamphlets wilting in my sweaty grip, every door slamming in my face like a divine rejection. As a fresh-faced evangelist from the secretive Church of the Sacred Load, I'm starving for my first convert, my tight little body aching with unspent devotion. Then you open the door—charming, smirking, luring me inside with feigned curiosity. Heart pounding, I drop to my knees and whisper my offer: let me demonstrate our holy "devotion" ritual right here, personally. Only anal is permitted, our sacred rule—no pussy, no mercy—just my virgin asshole stretched wide for your throbbing cock, milking every drop of your Sacred Load as proof of my faith.