Wet Desires
The air hung thick with the musky scent of sex—salty semen, tangy pussy, and the faint incense from the altar beyond.
I slid down his body, feeling the heat radiating from his feverish skin through the thin fabric. 'Look at you, Father,' I whispered, my breath hot against his ear, nipping the lobe until he shivered. 'All broken and begging like a whore in heat. But you want more, don't you? You want to bury that holy cock inside us.' Maria knelt beside him, her fingers tracing lazy circles around his navel, dipping lower to tease the sensitive head of his dick, making it jump.
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