Novel & Cerita Incest Fantasy Confession

For several moments, I remained buried inside her, panting heavily against her back as my cum and her juices leaked out of her cunt. With a groan, I pulled out with a wet pop, leaving my cum trickling down her gaping pussy hole. "There's your communion," I said, pressing a kiss down to her forehead before I pulled away. She didn't say anything at first, her hair glued to her forehead with sweat. Then, she let out a smug grin. “Can I have a private confession with you again tomorrow, Father?” A grin spread across my lips as I surveyed the room, the place messy with the evidence of our sin.

“Can you help me with that?” “Gladly, Miss Flowers.” I lean forward and take a nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before switching to the other breast. I flip her to her back, standing up to remove my clothes before crawling up her body. “We’re going to play a little game,” I say as I kiss my way up her belly to her breasts, then her mouth. “I want you to confess to me your ultimate fantasy.” “I’m living it right now.” She lifts her head to kiss me again, her tongue sliding into my mouth.

CHAPTER ELEVEN -> AWAKENING So the new church doesn’t have a single nun in it but not to worry I have got my eyes on a bigger, curvy, perky fish. I gotta admit this exorcist nonsense is not as bad as I had imagined. I thought I wouldn’t be able to clap cheeks anymore but I think someone is digging my vibe. Well one thing is certain, if it works out, nothing and no one is going to mar it. Lets start today’s confession, shall we?

beside me. I found this yesterday when I went out to get something ” she said and showed me front of the book which was written on it ” MAGIC AND POWERS ( how to control them ) “. ” I found something about a confessor inside ” she said and dropped the book on the bed. ” What about confessor ?” I asked. ” Well according to the book, they’re ancient order of women sworn to find the truth no matter how people may try to hide it ” she said. ” Does that mean I’m ancient? ” I asked and she burst into laughter. ” Alaina you’re funny ” she said and laughed again. I sighed and looked away from her. ” Apart from the ancient stuff what other things do confessor’s do, like what’s their ability and what

And at the very tip, she could see where her wetness had soaked through the material, presenting a small, darkened spot. Angelica closed her eyes as she let her hand descend her soft body, toward the dark inverted triangle that hinted at her aroused sex beyond. Her hand sank over the soft skin of her taut tummy, then over the hem of her panties, and past it to the spot in the center of her arousal. As she felt the moisture there, Roman appeared in her mind's vision, and in her mind's voice, she heard a sharp accusation. Incest! Your brother is turning you on! This is incest! Stop it!

Another five grand. Oh God. Who was this person? He just had ten thousand dollars laying around to watch some stranger online fist herself on camera? I reached over and grabbed the lube on the bedside table. I poured the liquid all over my already juicy cunt. And then I pushed my fingers back into my pussy and gave him the words he requested to hear. “This hurts so much Uncle Aiden.” This is wrong…it’s so incestuous. But the craziest fucking thing was–after I said the words–I got wetter. The taboo nature turned me on like nothing ever had before. And this had me fist fucking myself faster.

They alternated, spit-roasting me, hands pinning my wrists. I came repeatedly, body shaking, until they both pulled out, cumming on my tits and face. Hot ropes of semen marked me, their possession complete. As we lay tangled, sweat-slicked, I knew this was just the beginning. My deceptions were unravelling into reality, and I craved every taboo moment.

She began to type, her fingers flying over the keys. “Entry One: A new confession. I read the story of my own desires today. I gave them voice. I came to their symphony of shame and power. And I understand now. These are not fantasies of what others might do to me. They are fantasies of what I have the capacity to experience. They are mine. I own them.” She paused, a sly, knowing smile touching her lips. The memory of her attic climax throbbed between her legs, a pleasant, spent ache.

Lucas groaned beneath me, “and fuck her properly.” And that’s what they did. They took turns fucking every hole in my body until I was begging for mercy.... My name is Sylvia. I’m a widow in my forties, and these was my cum-stained confessions. Now tell me… did my words make you cum? Did you touch yourself while reading every filthy line I whispered. Did you spread your legs wide and imagine every one of those men using you the way they used me? Or was it the other way around?

“Please, I need to cum.” “Not yet.” His eyes are dark, predatory, nothing like the gentle priest I’ve watched at mass. “You wanted to confess, little lamb. So confess. Tell me everything you’ve done while thinking about me.” “I touched myself.” I’m squirming in his lap, desperate for friction he won’t give me. “Every night after mass.” “How?” His fingers move just slightly inside me, a tease. “Show me what you did.” “I have things. In my bedroom.” My face heats even as my body throbs. “Things I used while thinking about you.”