LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS
The wet sounds were deafening—sloppy squelches, flesh slapping flesh, muffled cries, the constant drip of arousal and lube onto the marble steps.
Father Elias circled the altar like a dark celebrant, stroking himself slowly.
“Confess,” he commanded every few minutes. “Louder. Let the Lord hear how thoroughly you have fallen.”
Maria’s voice, hoarse, wrecked, rose between mouthfuls of cunt.
“I… I am a whore for Christ… I want every sister’s cum on my tongue… I want my holes stretched until they never close… I want Father’s seed inside me… please… exorcise me with your cocks and cunts…”