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LEAH'S POV
My throat felt like it was spasming around Father Matthias's length as he thrust in, forcing his dick to the back of my throat while I gagged on the spit that accumulated in my mouth.
Father Damon kept pounding into me, leaning over me to tweak my nipplesㅡ hard.
I coughed, sputtering when Father Matthias pulled away, a trail of spit trailing from the head of his cock to my lips.
The sensations that coursed through me was overwhelming, sending shockwaves down my spine as I tried to adjust to the thick length that was moving in my pussy.
Father Matthias walked around the table to the top of my head and shoved his cock back into my mouth, a low groan escaping him when I choked and gagged.
"Open wide, sister," Father Matthias commanded gruffly, his hands gripping my jaw and forcing my mouth open. He fed his thick length back between my lips, pushing in until my nose was buried in his pubes and I was making desperate gagging noises around him. "That's it, take it all…”
Father Damon slammed into me from below, the desk shaking violently with each thrust. His fingers dug into my thighs as he held me open, staring down at his cock disappearing inside me over and over again.
The position had my body bent nearly in half over the table edge, giving both priests perfect access to fuck me as they pleased.
Father Matthias started fucking my mouth in earnest, his hips rolling forward to bury his cock deep in my throat repeatedly.
Saliva dripped down my chin and down the sides of my face as I struggled to breathe around his thickness.
Father Damon adjusted his angle, hitting my g-spot with every thrust and making my pussy clamp down around him tightly. "Fuck, she's squeezing me so hard," he groaned, looking up at Father Matthias who was using my mouth like a fuck toy.
His fingers dug deeper into my soft flesh, pulling my legs wider apart as he began to pound into me with long, deliberate thrusts. His thick, veiny shaft spread my pussy lips wide, exposing my inner walls to his hungry gaze.
Father Matthias slowed his pace in my mouth, allowing me to catch my breath and taste the salty pre-cum beading at the tip of his cock. He gently rocked his hips back and forth, hitting the back of my throat repeatedly but not as forcefully.
"Relax your jaw, Leah,” He instructed soothingly, his fingers gentling on my jaw as he coached me through the act of giving head like a good little church girl should. His thrusts were slow, almost loving despite the situation as he fed his cock in and out of my mouth. "There we go…”
Meanwhile, Father Damon's thrusts became slower and deeper, his hips rolling against mine as he reached between our bodies to spread my lips even wider. He began to tap my clit with the head of his dick on every out-stroke, sending electric shocks of pleasure through my pussy.
Father Matthias's cock swelled in my mouth as I relaxed my throat around him, allowing him deeper access. He let out a soft moan of approval while Father Damon continued his deliberate rhythm below me ㅡeach slow thrust accompanied by gentle taps against my sensitive clit that made stars dance behind my eyes.
Suddenly Father Matthias pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop, leaving me dizzy and confused. "Leah, sweetheart, we want to try something.”
Father Damon smirked as I raised my head, breathing heavy as he withdrew slowly from my pussy, leaving me empty and gaping. "Stand up for me, honey.”
“Whatㅡ” I blinked, my legs shaking as I slowly pushed myself upright on the desk.
Father Damon was already moving to sit in the large leather chair behind the desk, his cock standing straight up and glistening with my arousal. "Come here, Leah," he patted his thighs. "Straddle me.”
Confused, I hesitantly walked over to him and swung one leg over his muscular thighs, settling my wet pussy against his hard length.
He grasped my hips and adjusted me so that I was hovering just above him. "Now, lean down, sweetheart. Let Father Matthias have a turn, too.”
My eyes widened as I realized what they were suggesting. "Bㅡboth of you?" *I stammered, looking back at Father Matthias slowly stroking his dick. "At the same time?”
"Yes, baby," Father Damon soothed, guiding me down onto his lap so that the head of his cock nudged against my entrance. "We'll both fuck this tight little pussy together. Just lean forward and ride my cock while Father Matthias takes you from behind.”
I was shocked but incredibly turned on by the idea.
Fuck it. I wanted to try.
Slowly, I leaned forward, pressing my hands against Father Damon's chest as I sank down onto his thick length. He groaned as my wet pussy swallowed him whole.
"Now arch that back, Leah.” Father Damon instructed, his hands squeezing my bouncing tits. "Let Father Matthias get behind you. He's going to fuck you from behind while you ride my dick. It's called a sandwich, sweetheart. You're going to be the delicious meat in the middle.”
I gasped as I felt Father Matthias press against my back, his large hands gripping my waist possessively.
"That's right, my dear," He whispered against my ear, his thick length pressing against my tight hole. "You'll have two priests fucking you at once. A rare treat indeed. One good enough for a devoted sister such as yourself.”
I moaned as Father Damon began to thrust up into me, his hands on my hips guiding my movements. But then I felt Father Matthias's thick head pressing against my other hole and I froze. "Relax, Leah," Father Damon murmured below me, "Let him in.”
Father Matthias slowly pushed forward, his massive length popping inside my tight ass with a loud, wet sound.
I screamed as he stretched me open, the sensation of being claimed by two men at once overwhelming.
Father Damon paused his thrusting, allowing Father Matthias to fully embed himself inside me.
Oh god.
When Father Matthias was fully seated, his hips flush against my ass, he began to slowly move in and out, his thick length massaging my inner walls.
Father Damon started thrusting up into my pussy again, his hands squeezing my tits roughly. "Ride us, Leah," he commanded. "Fuck yourself on our cocks.”
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He's splitting me open and I can't think straight.Ethan's cock is buried to the hilt, thick and unrelenting, stretching my pussy so wide it borders on pain—but the good kind, the kind that makes my toes curl and my eyes roll back. The workbench digs into my hips with every brutal thrust, tools rattling beside me like they're cheering him on. Sweat drips from his chest onto my back; I can smell motor oil, his clean musk, and the sharp tang of my own arousal coating his shaft.I've never felt this full. Never this owned."Fuck, Ava," he growls against my ear, voice wrecked. One hand clamps around my throat—not choking, just holding—while the other fists my hair, yanking my head back so my spine arches. "This tight little cunt was made for Daddy's cock, wasn't it?""Yes—fuck—yes, Daddy." The word spills out like a prayer, makes my walls flutter around him. I push back, greedy, chasing more. "Been dreaming of this for years. Fingering myself raw thinking about you wrecking me."He slams
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I moaned around him, the vibration making him twitch in my mouth. I reached up, cupping his balls—soft, warm skin, heavy in my palm. I massaged them gently, feeling them tighten as I sucked harder. His hips rocked, pushing deeper until the head hit the back of my throat. I gagged a little, eyes watering, but didn't pull back. His balls slapped my chin softly with each thrust, the wet sounds filling the room—slurping, sucking, my muffled whimpers.*This is so wrong,* I thought, pussy clenching hard around nothing. *Alex would kill me. But God, it feels so good.* Slick dripped down my thighs, my clit throbbing with every bob of my head. Damien's groans were low, ragged, his cock pulsing on my tongue like it had a heartbeat.He pulled out suddenly, cock shiny with my spit, strings of saliva connecting us. "Enough," he said, voice strained. "On the desk."He lifted me like I weighed nothing, laying me back on the cool wood. Papers scattered, a stapler clattered to the floor. He spread my
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DAMIEN I sat in my office after hours, the city lights twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a million tiny eyes watching. The clock on my computer read 8:45 p.m. Everyone else had left—except her. Elena. My new assistant. I'd caught her words last night through the thin glass wall, whispering to her friend about wanting me to bend her over, choke her, fuck her senseless. It had been playing on loop in my head all day.I leaned back in my leather chair, pulling up the security footage from earlier. There she was, at her desk, pencil skirt hugging that round ass as she bent to file something. The way she bit her lower lip when concentrating—full, pink, begging to be bruised. My cock stirred in my slacks, thickening against the zipper. I palmed it once, then unzipped slow, freeing the heavy length. It sprang out—thick, veined, the shaft curving slightly up, head flared wide and already leaking a bead of precum that I smeared over the tip with my thumb."Fuck," I muttered,







