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Candles Would Fit Your Cunt…
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The Reverend And His Plaything Candles Would Fit Your Cunt…
Thorne’s POV. I had her pinned against me, her bare skin hot, trembling under my grip. My restraint was gone, torched by the sight of her... naked, brave, mine. I growled, low and raw, my mouth diving for her breast, lips clamping around her nipple, sucking hard. My tongue swirled, rough, then my teeth bit down, sharp, tugging just enough to make her cry out “Mmm… ahh…yes.. yes.. went more.. ” a wild, needy sound that fueled my fire. Her hand found my cock, stroking fast, firm, her fingers sliding over me, slick with precum, jerking me off with a rhythm that had me groaning, my hips bucking into her grip. "Fuck.. yes.. shit.." My one hand gripped her hip, steadying her, while the other slid down, fingers finding her clit, rubbing rough, too rough, circles fast and relentless. She trembled, her body shaking, thighs quivering, a whimper spilling from her lips... —“Ohh… nngh…yes.. yeah..” I sucked harder, biting her nipple, my mouth greedy, tasting her skin as
The Reverend And His Plaything I Fucked The New Nun…
Thorne’s POV. She didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. Sister Mary set the tray on the table, quiet, her back to me. Then she turned, slow, her eyes catching mine—hesitant, then sliding down. Her breath hitched, but no running, no scolding. She stepped closer.“I mean…” she murmured, eyes flicking to my half-shaved jaw, then lower, “it’s part of serving, right? Helping the Reverend however he needs.” My cock listened. It felt those words. My cock twitched, hard and aching. God help me. “Close the door,” I growled, voice low, rough. She obeyed. The click shut us in, alone, the space between us burning, unholy. I dropped the razor. “Do you even know how to help with this, Sister?” Her lip twitched, a defiant little smile. “I’m not new to a man’s body, Father.” So that bar job wasn’t just pouring drinks. Fuck. My pulse hammered. She reached out, fingers brushing my abs, soft, then trailing down. Her eyes locked on mine, watching, hungry. “Tell me when to stop
The Reverend And His Plaything Will You Satisfy Your Priest?
Thorne’s POV. Mary had a little lamb. But Sister Mary here didn’t have a lamb—she had a cunt. And I was struggling, really struggling, not to tear it apart with my teeth and tongue right now. I cleared my throat and dipped the soft bread into the tea. Took a bite. Then slowly picked a few slices of fruit. Chewed slower. She watched me—innocent, gentle. Too sweet for her own good. I swallowed. "So… even if Sister Annalisa comes back," I started, voice calm, "would you still like to remain in this parish? Or you’d rather leave?" She tilted her head a little, brushing a strand of hair back behind her ear. Her habit shifted just slightly. Enough to show a bit of her neck. Creamy. Smooth. Fuck. “I think I’d like to stay,” she said softly, her voice almost like a whisper. “It’s peaceful here. And I feel like… I’m in the right place. Even if Sister Annalisa returns.” I nodded slowly, but my thoughts were wild. Peaceful? There was nothing peaceful about the throbbing bet
The Reverend And His Plaything Sister Mary…
Thorne’s POV The incense was thick in the air. Holy. Heavy. It clung to my skin like guilt. The church was quiet. Candles flickered. Eyes were on me—dozens of them—but I only saw her. Sister Mary sat near the front pew, hands folded, head slightly bowed like the perfect picture of devotion. Her white habit framed her face too beautifully. Her skin was so smooth, like the petals of fresh lilies offered on the altar. But I wasn’t thinking about flowers. I was thinking about how tight that habit must be around her chest. How her nipples looked earlier—bare and proud behind soft fabric. I shifted in place. My cock stirred. Not here. Not now. I cleared my throat and looked down at the open missal, pretending to focus. “The Lord be with you,” I said, voice low, gritty. “And also with you,” they responded in unison. But Sister Mary? She raised her eyes to mine. That was it. That one glance. She held it too long, too knowingly. And then she smiled. Not wide. Just a s
The Reverend And His Plaything I Will Masturbate Moaning Your Name..
Thorne’s POV The room’s too damn quiet now. Mia’s gone, slipped out early, leaving just me and the weight of God’s things—crosses on the walls, the Bible on the nightstand, the faint scent of incense clinging to the air. Morning mass is looming, a ticking clock in my head, but my body’s got other plans. My skin’s burning, itching with the memory of last night—her nails, her gasps, the way we tore into each other like the world was ending. Fuck, I can’t shake it. I stumble into the bathroom, crank the shower to scalding. The water hits me like a slap, streaming down my chest, my abs, pooling at my feet. I brace one hand on the cold tile, trying to focus, to pray, to do anything but think about her. But it’s no use. My cock’s already hard, throbbing, betraying me with every pulse. Last night’s still clawing at my brain—Mia’s thighs wrapped around me, her moans, the way she arched when I—shit. I grip my cock, slow at first, testing, like I can stop if I want.
The Reverend And His Plaything Becoming Her Teacher…
Thorne's POV. I lifted Mia off the counter, her legs wrapping tight around my waist, straddling me as I thrust into her, slow and deep, her wet cunt gripping my cock so hard I groaned, “shit. . Yeah.., fuck.” Her arms clung to my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair, and I slammed her back against the bathroom door, the wood creaking under the force. My hands gripped her thighs, not just for support but to keep them spread wide, forcing her pussy open for me. I fucked her harder, rougher, each thrust driving her back into the door, the thuds echoing in the small room. “Ahhh… yes… yes… fuck!” she screamed, her voice raw, a mix of pain and want, her nails digging into my neck, pulling at my hair. Her body shook, her tits bouncing with each brutal thrust, her eyes half-open, dark with need. “You gonna cum for me?” I groaned, my voice loud, wild, my eyes burning into hers. My grip on her thighs tightened, bruising, my thrusts getting rougher, faster, my cock sla
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