LOGINLila. My pussy throbbed the instant Eunice my best friend flashed her fiancĆ©ās photos on her phone, his chiseled jaw and piercing eyes staring back like a promise. She gushed endlesslyāhow handsome he was, the way his broad shoulders filled a suit, his deep voice commanding attention. But when she delved into their sex life, describing his thick cock stretching her, pounding deep until she screamed, my core ignited. Heat flooded between my thighs, my clit swelling, pulsing with every filthy detail she spilled. I shifted on the couch, thighs clenching, but it wasnāt enough. My pussy clenched empty, aching, slickness soaking my panties as she painted vivid scenes of him pinning her down, thrusting relentless, filling her completely. I couldnāt hold back. My hand slipped under my skirt, fingers diving into my drenched folds, circling my throbbing clit in frantic strokes. She kept talkingāhis stamina, how he made her cum multiple times, his cum dripping from herāan
Micheal. A smirk rolls across my face, slow and wicked, as her words hang in the air like a filthy prayer. āEat my fucking pussy, please,ā she repeats, gasping, her hands pressing back on the table for leverage, arching her body toward me, legs spread impossibly wide on the edge. āRainbow,ā I drawl her name like itās sacred scripture, tasting it on my tongue before I drop to my knees between her thighs. My hands grip her hips, yanking her closer until her ass hangs just off the table, pussy thrust forward like an offering. I lower my head to her mound, inhaling her musky scentāsweet arousal mixed with the faint tang of our earlier sins. My tongue drags slow from her entrance up to her clit, a long, flat lick that makes her shudder, her juices coating my taste buds. āFuck⦠yes, Michael⦠I want that,ā she moans, her voice breathy, one hand flying to my hair, tugging hard. āPlease donāt stop eatingā¦ā I growl against her folds, the vibration making her hips buck. My
Micheal. I stroke my cock slow between her ass cheeks, the slick heat of her skin and my cum from earlier making it glide easy. Her headās buried deep in the couch cushions, face down, ass up, that perfect curve arched for me like an offering. My free hand trails up her spine, fingers digging in, pinning her still as I lean over her back, my chest pressing hot against her sweat-slick skin. The friction builds, my cock throbbing harder, and I rub rough, teasing her crack before sliding down to her dripping pussy. I line up and push in completely, her wetness swallowing me whole, no resistanceājust pure, tight heaven. āFuck, baby⦠shit,ā I groan into the back of her head, my lips brushing her hair as I thrust gentle at first, savoring the way her walls flutter around me, still pulsing from her last orgasm. She whimpers beneath me, muffled into the couch, her body trembling with every slow drag. āMichael⦠ahhh,ā she moans, voice smothered but needy, her ass pushing
Micheal. āFuck me, Fatherā¦ā The words slip from her lips like a prayer gone wrong, weak and breathless after her orgasm, but they hit me like a lightning bolt. Sheās wanted thisāmeāfrom the start, from that donation, that front pew stare. Even if she hadnāt said it, Iād still fuck her, ruin her like the little lamb whore sheās becoming, despite her innocence. She sits up fast, her hands fumbling with my belt, fingers quick and desperate as she unbuckles it. I rip open my shirt, buttons scattering, exposing my chest, and my cock springs free, hard and swollen, shooting straight at her face like itās got a target. āItās bigā¦ā she whispers, eyes wide, staring at the thick length, veined and throbbing, precum beading at the tip. āI know, princess,ā I growl, āNow do me the honor of sucking it. Itās been itching for that pretty mouth.ā She doesnāt hesitate, leaning forward on the couch, her hands wrapping the base as her lips part. She starts slow, tentative, her ton
Micheal. If she didnāt want this, sheād have stopped me by now, but she doesnāt. Rainbowās hands grip the counterās edge so tight her knuckles are white, like sheās holding on for dear life, her toes curled against the base, body trembling under my touch. Her breaths come shaky, sharp, her chest heaving, those perfect tits rising and falling through her thin singlet, nipples hard and begging. Every shudder pulls me deeper into this sin, my cock throbbing painfully in my jeans, screaming to ruin her. āDonāt lose your breath on me, Rain,ā I murmur, lowering my lips to the side of her neck, grazing the soft skin with a slow kiss that makes her gasp. Her eyes snap open, heat flooding her face, those deep brown eyes wide with a mix of shock and want. āYouāre breathing so hard⦠has no one ever touched you before?ā I ask, my palm flat against her stomach, feeling the quiver of her muscles under my hand. She nods, quick and frantic, like sheās afraid to speak. āUse you
~~Micheal~~ After dropping Rainbow off at her house yesterday, the memory of her address burns in my mind, a dangerous map I canāt unlearn. I could just show up, knock on her door, see her again. But what the hell would I say? That I came to⦠what? Check on her soul? Offer a blessing? Iām a priest, damn itāIāve got a dozen excuses for visiting parishioners, but with her, my head goes blank, every holy reason drowned out by the ache in my cock. Iām in my office, trying to focus, but my dickās throbbing, so hard itās painful, straining against my jeans like itās got a mind of its own. I donāt even realize Iām standing until Iām grabbing my keys, muttering to Sister Dana that Iāll be back, something about meeting a director for the church building project in Orvieto. Itās a lie, but Iām already out the door, my blood roaring with one purpose: Rainbow. In my car, Iām gripping the wheel too tight, my thoughts a mess of guilt and hunger. Sheās a new member, here to donate







