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"Прости меня, отец, ибо я согрешил."
(Forgive me, Father... for I have sinned.)
The soft flesh under my fingers was delightfully squishy sinking as my thumb pressed deeper and the screams grew louder.
Ah, the screams.
They usually whined in pain, but as much as I enjoyed their cries... lately... my preferences had become more specific, more... exquisite.
I ached to hear these desperate pleas from the lips I had been fantasizing about, not from the worthless man beneath me. My ears craved a different melody. Something more feminine. From a certain brunette.
It had become a bad habit of mine.
Fantasising about her.
And she was the reason I was visiting this damn place after a long time people refer to it as the house of God, but I wasn't there to present my meagre truths, nur
