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The Reverend’s Confession…
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2026-03-30 05:57:20
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The Reverend And His Plaything Bad And Good…
Mia.The next morning my whole body felt like it had been set on fire and then slowly, deliciously put out. Every muscle ached in that deep, satisfied way that made me stretch like a cat under the sheets—thighs sore, core tender, a faint throb between my legs that brought last night rushing back in vivid, filthy flashes. I should’ve been sticky too, covered in sweat and cum and the evidence of how many times Thorne had spilled inside me. But I wasn’t. I remembered the way he’d slipped out of bed afterward, gentle as anything, and cleaned me with a warm cloth while I pretended to sleep like the dead.My hand slid across the empty side of the mattress. Cool sheets. No warm body. My eyes snapped open.“What the fuck!” The words burst out before I could stop them.A chair scraped across the floor.“Did you have a nightmare?” Thorne’s voice was low, amused, coming from the small desk by the window.I blinked fully awake. There he was—freshly showered, wearing a simple black t-shirt
The Reverend And His Plaything My Lover My Priest…
Mia.I knew he wasn’t done with me the second his lips started brushing every inch of my face.They were soft, reverent kisses on my forehead, my closed eyelids, the tip of my nose, my cheeks, like he was trying to memorize me with his mouth. “I love you,” he murmured hot against my ear, voice rough and low. “That’s all that matters to me.” His teeth grazed my earlobe, then bit down just hard enough to make me gasp. Shivers raced straight down my spine. He trailed those open-mouthed kisses lower, along my jaw, then sank his teeth into the side of my neck—deeper this time, possessive. My head tilted instinctively, offering him more skin, more of me.“Harder,” I cried out, voice breaking. “Please, Thorne…”Did I feel stupid begging for it? No. Fuck that. All I wanted was to wear his bruises like jewelry. To wake up tomorrow sore and painted with evidence that I was his—completely, irreversibly his.He growled against my throat and obliged, sucking hard enough to sting before bi
The Reverend And His Plaything Fuck Me Until I Cum…
Mia.His fingers found their way into my cunt without warning.His two thick digits sliding deep, curling instantly against that sweet spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. “Fuuuck…” The moan ripped out of me raw and broken. I collapsed forward into his chest, my arms locking tight around his neck like he was the only thing keeping me from shattering. My ass pressed harder against the wall, legs strangling his waist, my heels digging into his lower back as I tried to pull him impossibly closer. The cold metal of his zipper ground against my swollen clit while those fingers fucked me mercilessly—stroking, curling, stretching me open with every wet thrust.“Oh my God, Thorne… fuck… ahhh!” My cries climbed higher, shameless and desperate. He nudged his shoulder against me, forcing my back flat to the wall so he could drink in my face.My face was flushed.My lips parted, eyes glassy with pleasure. Then his mouth crashed over mine, swallowing every scream as his fingers d
The Reverend And His Plaything Touch Me…
Mia.The cheap hotel on the edge of town looked even sadder up close—flickering neon sign half-burned out, puddles already forming in the cracked parking lot. I pushed through the glass doors, hair wild, sleep shirt clinging to my thighs, duffel bag dripping from the first fat drops of rain.The receptionist, a bored girl chewing gum, barely glanced up from her phone. “Can I help you?”“I’m here to see Thorne. Room… I think he’s in 212?”She raised an eyebrow, eyes flicking over my soaked, shivering state. “The priest? He didn’t say anything about visitors. Sorry, hotel policy. No one goes up without the guest’s okay.”“I’d really need to see him.” “See him?” She smirked like she’d heard that line before. “Look, the reverend left a couple hours ago. Said he’d be back later. You can wait outside if you want. Can’t let strangers wander the halls.”“But it’s about to rain—”“Rules are rules, miss.”I stood there arguing for another five minutes, voice cracking, pride crumbling, unt
The Reverend And His Plaything Meeting Him…
Mia. Hours dragged like they were punishing me. I must’ve fallen asleep on the floor, curled against the door, my phone still clutched in my hand. When I jerked awake, my eyes were swollen, cheeks stiff with dried tears. The room was dark except for the thin slice of moonlight cutting across the floorboards.No missed calls. No texts. Nothing.Why hasn’t he called?Worry chewed through my chest until I couldn’t breathe. I scrambled up, grabbed the small duffel bag from under my bed, and shoved in whatever clothes my hands touched—jeans, a hoodie, two pairs of panties. I didn’t care if they matched. I just needed to get to him.I dialed his number again. Straight to voicemail. My stomach twisted harder.I didn’t bother changing out of the oversized clothe.Bare feet, messy hair, swollen eyes—I looked like a mess, but I didn’t give a damn. It was almost nine. I had to see him tonight.I crept downstairs. The house was quiet except for the soft clink of plates. Grandma wa
The Reverend And His Plaything What I Want…
Mia.My mother had completely lost her mind.She stood there in Grandma’s living room like some righteous storm.Her eyes wild, voice rising and falling in ugly waves. How dare she? She had no right to dictate my life—who I could love, who I could fuck, what I could keep growing inside me. This baby wasn’t hers to erase. And Thorne… God, Thorne wasn’t hers to dismiss like some dirty secret.He’d left earlier at Grandma’s quiet request, giving us space to “think.” But Mom hadn’t stopped. She kept circling back to the same poison, whispering it into Grandma’s ear until the old woman finally snapped.“Rose, stop this nonsense!” Grandma’s voice cracked through the room, sharp and tired. “You can’t keep pushing that. You’re only making everything messier than it already is.”“That’s exactly my point, Mom,” Rose shot back, leaning closer, desperate. “The only clean way out is if Mia gets rid of it. One quick flight back to London, a simple procedure, and none of this ever happened.
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 b
Last Updated : 2026-03-22The 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.
Last Updated : 2026-03-22The Reverend And His Plaything He Was In The Act..
Thorne. Her tits pressed against me, nipples hard through her dress, and my breath hitched.Before I could say anything, she rubbed herself against me, her hips grinding, deliberate, her pussy grazing the length of my cock, teasing the tip. She smirked, her eyes locked on mine, and circled me
Last Updated : 2026-03-21The Reverend And His Plaything Olive Oil Smeared On My Pussy…🌶️🌶️🌶️
Thorne’s POV “Come and tell me about your feelings…” I said, my voice low, seductive, as I slowly buttoned up my shirt and pulled on my pants. She shook her head. “No… I’m not going anywhere. The only place I need to be is my house. It’s late. I need to leave.” Her eyes shut tight, like just
Last Updated : 2026-03-21
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