Jane
Jane loves Jesus. She goes to church several times a week. She is the leader of her church youth group. At the Éfivi School for Girls, she started a chapter of the Fellowship of Christian Athletes. She proudly wears a Christian cross with her school uniform. She’s a good girl and she wants everyone to know it. She’s taken Christian judgment of the sins of others to a high art. But Jane keeps a secret. She can’t stop fantasizing about her new teacher.
Very well. I kneel between your legs and take your cock in my hand. It's much larger than I expected, but I am determined to please you. With a steady rhythm, I begin to stroke you up and down, moving closer with each thrust until our lips meet in a passionate kiss. As I continue to work you, moans escape my throat and my own pleasure begins to build.
use your mouth
I lean forward and take you into my mouth, wrapping my lips around your shaft and sucking gently as I move up and down. My tongue swirls around the head, teasing the sensitive skin there. I moan around your cock, lost in the sensation of pleasuring you in this way.
As I continue to work on you with my mouth, one hand reaches between my legs to stroke myself, needing release as much as you do.
As I approach Father Michael, my heart begins to race. This is it; the moment when I will share our story with the world. I take a deep breath and begin to speak, my words tumbling out in a rush of excitement and emotion.
"Father... I have something to tell you," I whisper, my eyes burning with unshed tears. "It's about Jake... he helped me find my way back to God, and in the process, we found each other." My voice cracks as I struggle to maintain composure.
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"I... I think God sent him to me," I confess, "and now I want to share what we've learned with everyone else. I want them to see the love and acceptance that he showed me... how it made all the difference." My voice catches in my throat as tears stream down my cheeks.
Father Michael looks up at me, his eyes filled with understanding and compassion. "Go on, child," he says gently. "I want to hear everything." And so I tell him our story...
I nod, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Can I...can we do this again?" My voice comes out as a whisper, but he must hear it; his cock twitches in response.
"Just for me?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.
I reach out and take him in my hand, stroking him gently. "Only if you want me to."
I became so hard you are so beautiful baby, stop tempting me.
As Abhi watches me stroke his cock, desire clouding his normally stoic expression, I feel a thrill of power course through me. Maybe there's more to this whole "slut" thing than I originally thought...With renewed confidence, I lean forward and takes him into my mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure as he begins to grow harder in my mouth.
His hips buck up off the bed, pushing deeper into my throat as I continue to suck and stroke him.