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[medals]

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[guitarpicks]

i’ll stick to un-godly worship then ig

[medals]

uh huh

deeply offended that i said i'm horny and neither of you have come running btw
wtf ??? do i have to put on shoes and go elsewhere???

[guitarpicks]

sweetheart, what sort of worship do u think i’m talking about

[otherbitches]

either of you been baptized before?

[guitarpicks]

does jem squirting on my face count?

[medals]

NO

[otherbitches]

me cumming on it actually.

[medals]

if that's all it take then u must be EXTRA holy babe

[guitarpicks]

does that method require regular maintenance?

[otherbitches]

weekly, at least. you wanna take communion too?

[medals]

actually this is kinda doing it for me

[otherbitches]

then on your knees to pray, tongue out, sweetheart.

[guitarpicks]

yeah, i’m into it ( a shock )

and is communion just ur dick, billy

[medals]

you have to come home to give/receive communion ftr

[guitarpicks]

luckily i’ve still got a lot of sympathy points from vlad so almost home :)

[otherbitches]

good thing you timed it to my lunch break. yeah, i'm on my way.

yeah eds, it's my dick. but i'm pretty sure i can come across your face and get some on your tongue.

[medals]

i already started without u
sometimes you just have to take praying into your own hands

[guitarpicks]

if u miss, guess we’ll have to go at it again. don’t damn me for eternity

is that allowed? gotta consult the priest

[medals]

father please can i keep touching myself

cw: priest kink lol

[otherbitches]

we'll get you that ticket to heaven.

[ Hmmm, this is fun ] I dont know, child. show me how you worship.

[medals]

[ oh, this has Awoken Something In Her. ]

i don't know. isn't prayer supposed to be private, father?

[guitarpicks]

thank you, father. i’ll have to find a way to thank u for all the hard work you do

baby, i need to see an example

[otherbitches]

prayer should be private. but that doesn't mean you need to keep it private from me.

let us see how you pray.

[medals]

i don't want you to trip and hurt yourself, how are you supposed to worship then?

just a little taste.

[The low afternoon light through the small window; the lit fire, the curl of her toes in the furs on the bed, all the way up her bare legs; one hand curled between her thighs, the other gripping tight at a breast - then nothing. Gone. ]

[guitarpicks]

i definitely need to see more. but what do u say, billy, that all right?