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P*rnstation: Filthy Erotica Collection Doctor’s Filthy Exam 2
I lay on the examination table, my legs spread wide in the stirrups, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath after that powerful orgasm. My pussy was still twitching and leaking, leaving a wet spot on the paper sheet beneath me. Dr. Kane stood between my thighs, his fingers still in my mouth, making me taste my own juices. His eyes were dark with lust as he watched me suck them clean like an obedient slut.“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “You taste sweet, don’t you? That married pussy is dripping all over my exam table. Such a naughty patient.”He slowly pulled his fingers from my mouth, a string of saliva connecting them to my lips. I whimpered softly, already missing the fullness. My body felt electric, every nerve ending alive and begging for more.Dr. Kane picked up the metal speculum again, this time warming it slightly between his hands. “We are going to do a very thorough internal exam today, Miss Harper. I need to test exactly how much this puss
P*rnstation: Filthy Erotica Collection Doctor’s Filthy Exam 1
I sat nervously on the edge of the examination table in the private clinic, my legs dangling over the side. At twenty-six years old, I had always been healthy, but lately my body had been acting strangely. My periods were irregular, I was unusually horny all the time, and I kept having these intense waves of arousal that left me soaked and aching. After putting it off for weeks, I finally booked an appointment with Dr. Alexander Kane, a highly recommended gynecologist known for his thorough examinations.The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning. I wore a thin hospital gown that barely covered my thighs, my full breasts pressing against the fabric, my nipples already slightly hard from the cool air. I had shaved everything smooth that morning, feeling strangely excited about the appointment.The door opened and Dr. Kane walked in. He was in his late thirties, tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp features, dark hair, and piercing green eyes. His white coat fi
P*rnstation: Filthy Erotica Collection Fucked by the Hung Priest 4
I lay sprawled across the cold marble altar, my body trembling uncontrollably. Thick, warm rivers of Father Elias’s cum poured slowly from my gaping, ruined pussy, running down my thighs and dripping onto the sacred stone beneath me. My legs were spread wide, my dress bunched uselessly around my waist, and my heavy breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath. My skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, spit, and cum. I had never felt so filthy, so used, and so completely satisfied in my entire life.Father Elias stood over me, his cassock hanging open, his massive cock still hard and glistening with our mixed juices. He looked down at me with dark, possessive hunger.“Get up, my sinful child,” he ordered, his voice rough. “We are not finished yet. There is still more of God’s house for you to desecrate tonight.”He grabbed my arm and pulled me off the altar. My legs were so weak I almost collapsed, but he held me up easily. Cum continued to leak down my inner thighs as he led me deeper
P*rnstation: Filthy Erotica Collection Fucked by the Hung Priest 3
I lay completely exposed on the cold marble altar, my back pressed against the sacred stone as Father Elias stood between my widely spread legs. My short black dress was bunched uselessly around my waist, my heavy breasts spilled out and marked with red spots from his rough hands, and my smooth, shaved pussy was swollen, dripping, and already leaking his precum. I felt like the ultimate sacrifice.. a sinful young woman offering herself on the holy altar.Father Elias looked down at me with dark, burning eyes. His black cassock hung open, revealing his powerful, muscular chest and his enormous cock, thick and veiny, still glistening from my throat. He slowly rubbed the fat, swollen head up and down my creamy slit, teasing my entrance and mixing his precum with my juices.“Look at you,” he said, his voice low and filled with lust. “Lying naked and dripping on the altar like a whore. This is blasphemy. This is sin. And yet your sinful little cunt is begging for Father’s cock.”I moaned
P*rnstation: Filthy Erotica Collection Fucked by the Hung Priest 2
I was still on my knees in the cramped confession booth, my lips stretched obscenely around Father Elias’s massive cock. Thick, warm saliva poured continuously from the corners of my mouth, running down my chin in heavy streams and dripping onto my bare breasts. The wet, filthy gagging and slurping sounds I made were loud and constant in the small wooden space. Father Elias held my head firmly with both hands and thrust deeper into my throat, his thick shaft forcing its way past my gag reflex. “That is it, you wicked little temptress,” he groaned, his voice low and rough with lust. “Take every inch of Father’s holy cock down your sinful throat. This is what you came here for, is it not? To choke and drool like a whore in the house of God.” I moaned loudly around his thickness, the vibration making him groan. My eyes watered as he pushed even deeper, his heavy balls resting against my chin. I could barely breathe, but the feeling of being completely used only made my pussy throb har
P*rnstation: Filthy Erotica Collection Fucked by the Hung Priest 1
I stepped into the old stone church just as the sun was setting. The air was cool and smelled of incense and polished wood. At twenty four years old I had always been a sinful girl. I loved sex too much. I loved the thrill of being bad. Tonight I was here for confession, but not the kind that would save my soul. I wanted to be corrupted.I walked toward the confession booth, my heart beating fast. My short sundress barely reached mid-thigh and my breasts strained against the thin fabric. I wasn’t wearing any bra or panties and every step I took made the cool air kiss my bare, already wet pussy. My nipples were hard and pressing against the dress as I walked slowly down the aisle toward the confession booths.I chose the very last booth on the right, the most private one, tucked away in a shadowed corner. I stepped inside the small wooden space and closed the door behind me. My breathing was already shallow with excitement. I knelt on the cushioned step, my dress riding up my thighs, a
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