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[medals]

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[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?

[otherbitches]

[ Hmmmmmmm........ ]

Have a little communion, baby, let us see your fingers.

[medals]

yes father, whatever you say father

[ anyway this is really doing it for her, as evidenced by the visual she sends, now sitting up a little. her thighs have parted wider to give them a better view of her fingers fucking into her cunt slowly - when she drags them out there's a sticky, wet connecting trail that she drags up over her clit, fingers working in a faster rhythm, the sound of her breath catching, hips jerking under her hand. ]

[otherbitches]

[ He'd wonder if they're going to hell, but... look around! ]

Damn. You look so sweet, angel.

[medals]

you think i look like an angel?

would be a shame if i finished praying before you got home. :( i’m so close

[guitarpicks]

sounds a little sacrilegious to do that without a priestly blessing, princess, when he’s already on the way over for a private communion

does she have your blessing, father?

[otherbitches]

I hope she's an angel. don't know what i'd have to do if she was demon touched...

[ He considers. Does she have his blessing? ] no. better sit tight, angel.

[ 😇 ]

[medals]

but i’m soooo close, father :((
and you could make me come again

[guitarpicks]

listen to father hargrove, baby

i heard greed’s a sin

[otherbitches]

heard lust is too.

no touching, angel. but maybe you can squeeze your sweet little thighs together while you wait.

[medals]

but how long am i waiting :(

[guitarpicks]

i can see the front door but — can i help her out, father? wouldn’t want to do something wrong and screw over our mortal souls

[otherbitches]

depends. babygirl, have you actually paid your penance? [ Or... whatever... it's been a while. ]

otherwise, i think you should sit with your thighs clenched tight. maybe you can watch eddie get started.

[medals]

nooo i’ve been good!! i promise!!

[ lying liar ]