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Good Lamb….🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

Author: MURRs.
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-22 00:13:34

Thorne.

She hesitated.

Just a second.

Her eyes flicked up to mine—wide, wet, unsure—but then she dropped down to her knees.

Good girl.

I leaned back into the chair, spreading my legs a little wider, watching every move she made.

Her hands touched the floor first, then her knees slid forward across the polished tiles.

Slow.

Quiet.

Obedient.

Her pussy was still exposed between her thighs, wet and red from what I’d just done to her.

I let out a breath through my nose. Controlled.

When she reached me, she sat back a little on her heels, looking up at me.

Waiting.

My hand moved to my cock, wrapping around the thick base.

Still hard.

Still dripping at the tip.

“You see this?” I said, my voice steady, calm—like I was reading scripture, not holding something filthy in my hand.

“You made this happen. And now... you’re going to worship it.”

She nodded slowly.

I tilted my head. “Say it.”

“I want to suck your cock, Reverend,” she whispered.
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