50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE
I wanted to feel every vein, every pulse of his forbidden seed.
“Fuck, Gabi… so tight,” he groaned, hands gripping my hips as I started riding him hard. The wooden booth creaked with every bounce. My moans echoed softly in the small space while he muttered Latin prayers between curses, his voice breaking as my pussy swallowed him whole.
“Bless me, Father,” I taunted breathlessly, grinding deep, “for I’m fucking your cock in the same place I confess my sins.”