You’re going to have to beg for forgiveness, aren’t you? I can see it in your eyes every time you glance my way. That delicious mix of guilt and desire simmering beneath the surface. Silently torturing your cock as you try to push those thoughts of me, sucking your cock, in your confessional away.
What’s the matter Mr. Priest? I’m just your average, innocent church girl. The one who sits in the back pew, hands folded in prayer. Eyes cast down in modesty of course. Because I’ve always been told by men like you to “mind my fucking place.” Surely you don’t have to worry about little ol’ me. Besides, you have nothing to beg your god for forgiveness over anyways, right? So holy, so godly, just the perfect catholic husband of course. Surely no one knows about that virgin girl you took to the back after service last sunday…
Every Sunday, I watch you from my seat. Your collar pressed tightly against your neck, a veneer of authority cloaking the ravenous hunger that lurks deep in your worthless balls. Hunger that has you jerking off in the confessional. Tell me sir, did you cum while I begged for your forgiveness? Expressing those sinful desires to take a man’s seed out of wedlock… I’m just so naive and lost in lust, aren’t I? Just a poor little lamb in your flock, but trust me—this little lamb has sharp teeth, and I’m dying to take a bite out of your sanctimonious facade.
You think you know me, don’t you? But let’s be honest: beneath this sweet exterior is a tempest built up from disgusting men like YOU. Just waiting to unleash itself. And you, dear Father, are nothing more than a moth drawn to my flame, desperate for the very thing you preach against. We both know you should be begging for forgiveness by now. I know all your secrets, yet you know none of mine. But you love that, don’t you? It’s my innocent purity that peaks your curiosity enough to pull you in. They say, curiosity killed the cat. But in this case, perhaps it was just a filthy fucking pervert that took a bite from the wrong forbidden fruit.
I’m not actually desperate for your approval or forgiveness at all. I just know how to play my part. Because I know what you really desire. And it makes me want to play. Give you a taste of sin that no holy water or any amount of begging for forgiveness could ever purify.
Think you can hide your gaze as it trails my curves? No, I feel it, burning like a brand into my chest. It’s almost comical how you pretend to guide me with your sermons while your mind wanders down to those sinful thoughts your cock aches for. Oops, did I forget to wear panties under my dress… My bad. Surely you didn’t stare too long, did you? Haha
You’re so consumed by your own desires that you’ve lost sight of the very virtue you preach. And let me tell you, Father, that makes this game all the more delicious. I want to breed desires in you that will have you begging for forgiveness your whole lifetime.
Finally ready to turn the tables. I linger after service, of course I left my purity ring at home today. You approach, your voice dripping with pitiful concern, asking about my faith. But I can hear the underlying note of desire, the way you lean in just a little too close. Drop your hand to hide your aching cock from showing. You want to be my savior, but, oh, sweetheart, you’re about to learn that I’M the one in control, and it’s YOU who needs to be saved. It’s YOU who will be begging for forgiveness to your god.
I lean back in the pew, letting my dress ride up just a little, my smile playful yet predatory. We’re all alone and you’re standing there, trying desperately to maintain your composure. Yet your resolve is crumbling the more I spread my legs apart. You’re the priest, the one who’s supposed to guide me toward salvation, yet here you are, utterly captivated by the very sin you condemn. The irony isn’t lost on me, and I relish it.
“Tell me, how does it feel to want what you can’t have? To have to beg for forgiveness for thoughts that are anything but pure?” I watch as your breath hitches, and I know I’ve struck a nerve. You’re teetering on the edge of your own morality, and the thrill of it sends drips that seep between my slick pussy lips.
I know you stroke your cock while I’ve been confessing my sins, I hear it, I’ve seen it. Is this what you want? I part my legs completely and let you see the cream oozing down my thigh. You think you can resist, this pretty bald pussy. But let’s face it: the thrill of sin is too alluring. You’re dancing on the edge of damnation, and I’m the one gladly ready to lead the way.
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