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Taking Penance With My Còck..

Author: MURRs.
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-17 05:41:19

Thorne.

She said yes.

That damn word. Soft, obedient, like a whisper meant only for God. But she wasn’t talking to Him. She said it to me.

I stared at her. The way her eyes avoided mine, the way her fingers gripped the hem of her dress like she needed something to hold onto.

Her lip trembled, barely. She was scared, but she still said yes.

“Come On, get on your knees,” I said.

She hesitated.

I stepped forward. “You gave yourself to Him with confessions and prayers. Give yourself to me now.”

She sank slowly. Her knees hit the cold stone floor with a quiet thud.

I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out a rosary. Slipped it into her palm.

“Hold it. Don’t let go.”

She clutched it like it would save her. That was the lie I wanted her to believe.

“You think this is about forgiveness?” I stood in front of her, one hand on her chin. “You think saying yes was enough?”

Her lips parted. She tried to speak but nothing came out. Just her breath. Shaky. Fast.

“This
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