“Forgive me, Daddy, for I have sinned,” I whispered, brushing my hair behind my ears.“Again, dear? It's forgive me father, for I have sinned,” the priest corrected, his voice steady.“Yes that,” I murmured.“What burdens you, my child?” he asked.A small smile curved my lips as I lifted my head, meeting his gaze. His hazel eyes darkened, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Every move he made, made my clit swell.“Father,” I murmured, shifting slightly. “I can’t help myself. I touch myself every day, there's no day I look in the mirror and stream my fingers down my wet clit with only one image in mind.” I bit my lip nervously, holding his gaze.“Whose image do you see?” he asked, his voice tightening.“Yours, Father,” I said softly, my heart pounding.His eyes widened, and he adjusted his cassock, trying to remain composed.“What is that?” he breathed. “May God forgive his daughter.” He gripped his rosary, whispering prayers under his breath.“I haven’t done anything wrong, Father,
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