Getting fucked by someone while they make me ramble about my interests just to hear me struggle to form a sentence. Every time I stop talking, they stop fucking me, only resuming when I start explaining some dumb concept again.
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Getting fucked by someone while they make me ramble about my interests just to hear me struggle to form a sentence. Every time I stop talking, they stop fucking me, only resuming when I start explaining some dumb concept again.
sucking his strap? no i'm sucking on that mans rosary and he's trembling all the same
I need to be some virgin priest object of desire, obsession even. I'm not even doing anything to tempt him, no flirtatious words, no immodest clothing, barely interacting during church and never seeing him outside of a worship context but somehow my very being has driven him mad with lust and possession. Eventually to a point where he pulls me into a study room to have a one-on-one chat, nothing serious, he just has a few questions but he locks the door once we're inside. It's not long after he has me pinned against the wall using his body weight, a hand over my mouth and another trembling hand feeling at my body. His hot breath in my ear as he sputters out apologizes that quickly turn into scoldings as if I had purposely tainted his thoughts with sinful images of my body against his. How I have tempted him into sin and that I must have been sent to be his downfall. He gropes my body roughly, much too eager and much too consumed with every sin he's committing. Only once he finds himself tugging down at my pants does he finally pray for forgiveness, trying to atone for his weakness, asking the lord for strength as he runs his fingers around my cock in exploratory touches. I can't help but release a few muffled moans in between my pleads to be left alone. Trying to squeeze my legs tight as his fingers find my hole, wet and warm and empty. The groan as he slips a couple in, almost teasing in the way he feels around.
Anyways instead of being on task I got high and now I'm thinking about someone treating me going on T like I'm their personal science experiment. Their boy to build. Their monster to create. Insisting they'll help me with my t-shot, that's it no big deal and they just want to support me through such a big change. They'll help me shop for new clothes, teach me how to be a man. Turning me into their designer boy to keep and experiment on.
a priests hands wrapped around my throat, squeezing so tight i can barely take in air, sometimes his grips lets up when my cunt tightens in my panic, he hates me, he hates me so much for leading him down this path of temptation but it feels so so good, his erratic thrusts would hurt more if I wasn't fading in and out of consciousness, there's nothing to distract from the inevitable, i've lost the feeling of the cold hard ground beneath me, i'm barely registering his cries for forgiveness, not quite sure if he's asking the lord or if he's asking me, he finishes inside me far after my body has gone cold and limp
god I need to be bred until I'm brain dead right now. maybe even muzzled and bound like a rowdy, misbehaved mutt. tight grip on my hips pulling me down onto your cock without even stretching me open first, determined to fuck the resistance out of me until I can't even form a coherent thought. turned into a dumb, brainless fleshlight taking load after load
opening the sliding divider in a confessional booth so I can pull a priest to me by his dog collar so I can make out with him, I don't need anymore of him, I just want his month on mine
computer show me that man being forcibly masculinized. computer I said show me that man being held down while being given his T. computer are you listening?