Unholy Fantasies
I was right on the edge of my second orgasm, moaning loud and shameless, when the sacristy door suddenly flew open.
Father Chris stood in the doorway, eyes wide with shock that quickly burned into something darker.
“What the fuck is going on here?” he shouted, voice cracking through the room like thunder.
Andrew froze mid-thrust, still buried balls-deep inside me.
I looked up, cheeks flushed, lips parted, dress bunched around my waist, tits spilling out, pussy stretched obscenely around another priest’s cock.
Father Chris’s gaze locked on us — on me — and the hunger in his eyes mixed with pure rage.
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