He swallowed hard. Lick that fucking smelly dirtbox clean! I want you to fuck me now Father!”
She dropped to her knees in front of him, slid his robe up his thighs. She moved closer and began an undulating movement in which she somehow managed to jerk her hips in a fucking motion while her tits had an up-and-down movement, seemingly as if her body was rubber. Her knee was trembling now, she herself was so excited…
“You’re working for Satan now, Father and He wants you to enjoy me. I’ve got you hooked and you’re wriggling on my line now, Father. “What, er, brings you here, my child?” he inquired. The boob-top was almost see-through and he could see the nipples of her slightly upturned tits poking through the thin fabric. Father Michael was thirty years of age, quite a good-looking guy and he kept his body in trim with regular weights and exercise in the flat that he shared with Father Brian.
