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Class Wasn’t Fun!!

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last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-11-26 01:13:05

Mia.

My mind was spinning in all directions. It felt chaotic and disorganized, like a whirlwind of thoughts. They were all jumbled up and messy. The thoughts felt tangled and dirty. And they were all about father Thorne.

I could hardly process what was being said before the professor’s voice boomed across the room.

“We’ll have a short test based on what I just explained.”

My heart jumped. I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts like I'd been slapped.

“Wait… what? Test? Now?” I stood up, confused and a little too loud.

The professor raised his brow. “Do you have a problem with that, Miss Voss?”

“Yes..I mean no...sir, it’s just… we haven’t even gone far with the course and I literally just started attending classes here,” I stammered.

A few heads turned. Some snorted.

“If your mind had been here,” he said, eyes narrowing behind those thick-rimmed glasses, “which it clearly wasn’t, you’d have heard me announce this ten minutes ago. So tell me, Miss Voss—where exactly
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    Thorne's POV. My cock thrust deep into Sister Mary’s mouth, rough, relentless, her lips stretched tight around me, gagging, wet, and desperate. I knelt over her face, my hand fisted in her hair, pulling hard, jerking her head up to meet every brutal snap of my hips. Her choked moans.. “Mmmf… ughh.. ahh..” vibrated against me, tears streaming down her face, her eyes wide, wild, begging for air but burning with want. “Keep fucking yourself, Mary,” I snarled, my voice thick, raw. “Don’t let those candles slip, or I swear I’ll shove another in that wild little cunt of yours.” Her hand trembled, thrusting the three candles in and out of her pussy, juices dripping, staining the sheets, her moans muffled but loud... “Nngh… Father… mmm…” her body shaking under me. I fucked her mouth harder, my cock slamming deep, hitting her throat, her gags wet and sloppy, driving me wild. “Fuck… take it, Sister…” I growled, my hips relentless, my free hand gripping the bedframe, knuckle

  • 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.

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