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Chapel Confession—4

Penulis: Layo
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He sagged against the wall, chest heaving, hand still tangled in my hair like he didn’t know whether to push me away or pull me in again.

But I didn’t wait for either.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, slow and teasing, then rose to my feet. My thighs shook. My cunt—still aching, still twitching—dripped down the inside of my leg. It had never gone soft, never cooled. Not even after he came down my throat.

Especially not after.

I wanted more.

I needed it.

He opened his mouth to speak, some holy thing hanging on the edge of his tongue, but I didn’t give him the chance. I turned around—slow, deliberate—and stepped toward the wall of the confessional.

The same wall that heard my first confession.

The same one he came against moments ago.

I placed both palms on it.

Raised my skirt.

Bent over.

The air hit my soaked heat like a slap, and I heard him groan behind me.

I glanced over my shoulder, smirking, my voice hoarse from sucking him raw.

“Take me, Father.”

He didn’t move.

So I wi
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