One of his hands slid around to rub tight circles on my c**t while the other gripped my hair, pulling my head back so he could growl filthy words against my ear.
“Look at you,” he rasped, slamming into me. “Bent over in the confessional like a w***e, taking your priest’s c**k so deep. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be used in God’s house?”
“Yes—yes—” I cried, pleasure building fast and sharp.
“Your p***y is creaming all over me,” he continued, voice dark. “Squeezing me so f*****g good. I can feel you fluttering around my c**k. You’re going to come on your priest’s d**k, aren’t you, Sienna?”
I was so close. My walls clenched rhythmically around his thick shaft, the head dragging perfectly against my G-spot with every brutal thrust.
“Come for me,” he commanded, rubbing my c**t fa
