Lahat ng Kabanata ng SINFUL FANTASIES COLLECTIONS: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Chapter 1 "i might tear you," I muttered to my reflection in the mirror, my voice low and husky as I stared at my own flushed face. My legs were propped up on the vanity table, spread wide apart, my feet pressing against the cool glass of the mirror. I could see my pussy lips swollen and glistening, already wet from the teasing I'd been doing with my fingers earlier. My dress was hiked up around my waist, my bra pushed down so my tits spilled out, nipples hard and begging for attention. I reached down, picking up the massive vibrator from the table beside me, the one that was thicker than my wrist and longer than any cock I'd ever taken. "This better do the trick today," I said to myself, turning it on low, feeling the buzz in my hand before pressing it against my clit.The vibration sent a jolt through me, making my hips buck slightly. I watched in the mirror as I rubbed the tip over my folds, coating it in my juices. God, I was so horny, had been all day. My pussy felt like

Chapter 1"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned, it's been one week since my last confession."I sat in the dim confessional booth, my knees pressed against the hard wooden kneeler, my hands folded in my lap. The air was thick with the smell of old incense and polished wood, but all I could focus on was the sound of his breathing on the other side of the screen. Father Marcus, I knew it was him from the schedule, from the way I timed my visits every Sunday evening when the church emptied out. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt that familiar heat building between my legs just from being this close to him.There was a pause, then his voice came through, deep and steady, like always. "What sins have you come to confess, my child?"I licked my lips, shifting a little on the kneeler. God, I loved hearing him call me that, it made me feel small and dirty, like I was about to spill all my filth right into his holy ears. I leaned closer to the screen, my breath coming faster. "Fathe

Chapter 3.Another time, he invited me to role-play, me as the innocent parishioner, him as the strict priest punishing me. We were in the rectory that night, the room dim with just a lamp on his desk casting shadows on the walls. He had texted me earlier, telling me to come dressed in a simple white blouse and skirt, with no bra or panties, like a good girl going to confession. I showed up like that, my nipples already hard from the cool air and the anticipation, my pussy getting wet just thinking about what he had planned. He was waiting in his full priest outfit, his cassock buttoned up, the collar in place, but his eyes were dark and hungry when he saw me."Come in, my child," he said, his voice deep and authoritative, slipping right into the role. He locked the door behind me, then guided me to the center of the room with a hand on my lower back. "You've been a very naughty girl, haven't you? Coming to church with sinful thoughts, touching yourself during Mass."I played al

Chapter 2 After the baptism, I lingered in the church, my white robe dripping water onto the stone floor, the fabric clinging to my skin like a second layer.His cum was trickling down my inner thigh under the robe, warm and sticky, mixing with the baptismal water that still soaked me. Every step I took made it slide further, a constant reminder of what we'd just done in front of the entire congregation. My pussy throbbed from the fucking, swollen and sensitive, but already aching for more, the congregation milled about, shaking hands and chatting in low voices, their faces beaming with that post-service glow. No one suspected a thing, the water hid our secret, and their closed eyes during the prayer had kept them blind to Father Elias slamming his cock into me right there in the holy pool.Father Elias avoided my eyes at first, busying himself with greeting parishioners, his face still flushed red under his collar, sweat drying on his forehead. I could see the conflict in him, t

Chapter 2 His free hand slides down the front of my yoga pants, pushing under the waistband and into my panties, his fingers finding my soaked pussy immediately. He groans around my nipple as he touches me, the vibration making me shiver. "Fuck, Lisa, you are so wet,your pussy is dripping for me."His fingers rub over my clit, circling it roughly, pressing down hard on the swollen nub, and I buck against his hand, my hips jerking forward on their own.The rough circles on my clit make my whole body tremble, and I pant hard, my chest heaving as he switches his mouth to my other nipple, sucking it just as fiercely. "Yes, touch me there, finger my pussy," I beg, my voice breaking with need. My thoughts are a mess of lust, screaming at me to get more, to feel him deeper. I have been so deprived, my husband barely touches me anymore, and now this young stud is fingering me like he knows exactly what I need. He slips two fingers inside me, thrusting them deep into my tight hole, and I f