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Andrea Seduces The Priest! (1)

Author: Crystal Beee
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-10 23:39:12

Confession time. I crave power in every way a person can want it. And when I’m denied it for too long, something inside me starts to unravel.

By day, I’m Andrea. I wear modest blouses, organize church events, and smile like I don’t have a single filthy thought in my head. I handle christenings, wedding bookings, and answer late-night calls for Father Thomas when one of the congregation has a crisis. I file papers and counsel couples like a woman with a calling.

But that version of me? The quiet, dependable one? She’s just the mask I wear to survive.

Because when the sun sets and I’m finally alone at home, I let my real self out. The one who doesn't ask. The one who doesn’t wait. The one who can make a grown man forget how to say no. That woman’s name is Cindy.

If anyone at the church knew the truth, especially Father Thomas—they’d be stunned. The same woman who coordinates communion schedules and politely reminds volunteers about potluck signups spends her nights watching dominatrixes
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