Gay priests fucking in a confessional. begging for forgiveness. They've got crucifixes on it. Helooooo can anyone hear me???? I SAID GAY PRIESTS FUCKING IN A CONFESSIONAL BEGGING LIKE PATHETIC MENNNNN, THEY'VE GOT CRUICIFXES ON ITTTT HELLO??????
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Gay priests fucking in a confessional. begging for forgiveness. They've got crucifixes on it. Helooooo can anyone hear me???? I SAID GAY PRIESTS FUCKING IN A CONFESSIONAL BEGGING LIKE PATHETIC MENNNNN, THEY'VE GOT CRUICIFXES ON ITTTT HELLO??????
Priest that sins more than every last sheep part of his flock.
He's smoking cigarettes in his rectory, an ash tray perched on a bible and overflowing with ash and smoked-to-the-filter cigarette butts. His nails and fingers are stained yellow from the smoke.
There's always a nun being brought back into his private quarters, the door locking with a quiet click behind them. Creaking furniture and just barely restrained moans occasionally breaking through the silence.
He deftly wraps his rosary around his throbbing cock, laughing as he sees the crucifix swinging wildly with each quick stroke of his hand over his own heated flesh.
giving head to a hot priest would fix me I think
Me seeing anyone in religious garb out in public:
I want to be the reason a priest writes frantic letters to God, begging for freedom of his unclean, lustful thoughts and visions, which are filthy, but all-consuming. And then begging for forgiveness, because he knows he loves it. Even the torture. Even the pain is bliss, and he knows this can’t be holy.
It’s That Month and my hormones are giving me thoughts…
Thinking about tying up my favorite angel, her legs spread wide open for me while a glass crucifix sits in a bucket of ice. For a moment I’ll play with her pretty little clit, rubbing an ice cube over it until it melts away. Then I’ll take that now ice-cold crucifix, teasing the opening of her wet, needy cunt with it before fucking her with it.
Father North tried chastity, he did!
He wore a golden cockcage during church hours and a cock ring after hours when he was purifying the prettiest altar boy he could find, his cock pulsing inside the young man's ass.
What do you mean he's not allowed to have sex? He had to fight the urge to grab the breasts of his favorite nun while his cock was confined to that damned cage!
Thinking about confessing to another priest— just to see how well he can withstand a sinning holy man sitting mere feet away.
I wonder how he'd react, would he clutch his rosary for strength, praying to God for any assistance... or would he be a priest like me, just waiting for the day that somebody confessed to sins of the flesh?
If I try to put on an innocent voice like those of altar boys, would he be able to hear through the saccharine sweetness in my voice and see that I'm a wolf amongst the flock?
Should I tell him that I'm the Priest from a nearby church, or wait for him to recognize me?