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Father (2)

Penulis: Skye
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I woke before dawn, the thin white shift they’d given me clinging to my sweat-damp skin, the scent of incense, jasmine, and raw sex still thick in the air of the small cottage.

Father Matthew had carried me here himself after the altar—my legs too weak to walk, his cum still leaking down my thighs as he tucked me into the narrow bed like a cherished possession. He’d kissed my forehead, stroked my hair, and whispered again, “Rest, my chosen. Tomorrow the sisterhood will see what I already know—that you were made for this.”

I hadn’t rested.

I’d burned.

Every time I drifted, I felt him again—his massive cock splitting me open, the hot flood of his seed claiming my womb, the way he’d looked at me like I was both salvation and sin. My pussy throbbed, tender and swollen from his size, the way he’d stretched me without mercy. I couldn’t help it—my hand slipped between my legs in the dark, fingers sliding through the thick mess he’d left inside me, circling my clit until I came quietly,
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