"Bless me Father, for I have sinned, and will probably continue to do so"
In the dim confessional, the air heavy with the scent of aged wood and incense, a young woman knelt behind the screen. She was slender and attractive, her long blond hair spilling down her back. Her cropped white t-shirt offered...
"I am about to sin."
Father Thomas cleared his throat, shifting in the dimly lit confessional. The worn velvet of his vestments brushed against the cold, wooden panel separating him from his next confessor. The murmur of the congregation outside the church drifted in, a...
Two of my fingers were violently fucking my drenched pussy; my scandalously short skirt was hiked up to my waist, so my cunt juice didn’t soak it, and the antique, wooden bench seat was drenched in my cummy fluids. Another...
"A woman confesses her naughty sins to a flustered priest."
My duty in the cramped confessional all changed when she stepped in. Her scent was the first thing that struck me as I slid back the wooden partition between us. Sweet, fragrant, distinctly floral and expensive, she exuded radiance. I...
