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Eat My Clit Priest

The old stone church stood quiet under the evening rain, its tall stained-glass windows glowing faintly from the candles inside.Father Gabriel knelt at the altar, praying for strength he no longer had.He was 32, tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp jawline and dark eyes that made women in the congregation whisper. He had taken his vows seriously until she started coming to confession.Her name was Sophia.Nineteen years old, petite, with long dark hair, innocent green eyes, and a body that made him question every promise he had ever made to God.She came every Thursday evening, always at the same time, always wearing a simple white sundress that hugged her small waist and full breasts. Buf tonight was no different.Gabriel sat in the confessional booth, heart already racing when he heard the soft click of the door on the other side.“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” Sophia whispered, her voice sweet and trembling.Gabriel closed his eyes. “What sins trouble you, my child?”Ther

Harder than that priest

Thursday evening didn't bring any relief from the heat, just a heavy, pouring rain. By the time Sophia reached the church, the water had soaked through her white sundress, making it cling to her skin like a second layer. She didn't mind. She’d come prepared underneath the thin fabric, she was completely bare. No bra, no panties, just her skin already tingling with the thought of what was waiting inside.She headed straight for the rectory, the fabric of her dress rubbing against her hard nipples with every step.Father Gabriel was already there. He didn’t look up at first, but the second the door clicked shut behind her, the air in the room changed. He didn't waste time with a greeting or a prayer. He moved toward her like a man possessed, his large hands grabbing her waist and hoisting her onto his heavy oak desk.He hiked her dress up to her hips, exposing her. She was already slick, her body reacting to him before he even touched her."Open for me," he muttered, his voice rough and

Banged by my ghost husband 1

The funeral had been three weeks ago, but the house still felt like it was holding its breath.Mia still slept on the left side of the bed. It wasn't a choice; it was just a habit her body refused to break. Every night, she pulled on his old gray t-shirt—the one with the faded logo on the chest. It still smelled like him, that faint mix of sandalwood cologne and just... Ethan. It was the only thing that made the room feel less like a tomb.People kept telling her that twenty-six was too young for this. They said she’d heal, that time was a Great Eraser. They were wrong. Time was just a reminder of how quiet the house had become.Outside, the rain was a steady, rhythmic tapping against the glass. Mia had just crawled under the covers, her eyes heavy from another day of faking smiles, when the atmosphere in the room shifted. The air felt thick, heavy with a sudden warmth that made the hair on her arms stand up.Then, the mattress dipped.She felt a familiar weight settle beside her, the

Banged by my ghost husband 2

Mia hadn't really lived the day. She had just existed through it, moving like a ghost through her own life while her mind stayed locked in the bedroom. Every time she sat down, she felt the faint, lingering ache in her hips, a physical reminder that the "dream" had been real. Between her legs, she still felt heavy and sensitive, the ghost of him refusing to fade.By the time 1:13 AM rolled around, the silence in the house had become deafening.She was already waiting, lying naked under the duvet, her skin humming with a nervous, desperate energy. When the air finally thickened and that familiar warmth rolled over her, she didn't even flinch. She just exhaled a breath she’d been holding since morning.Ethan didn't say a word. He didn't have to. The look in his eyes was enough—it was that raw, dark hunger that used to make her knees weak when he was alive. He stripped the covers back with one slow motion, exposing her to the cool night air before covering her with the heat of his own we

Yes uncle 1

My name is Priya. I am the youngest in the family, the last born after three brothers. In our traditional household that meant I was always protected, always watched, and never allowed to be alone with any man who wasn’t family.But that rule broke the night my father invited his old friend Uncle Rajesh home for dinner.Uncle Rajesh was tall, broad-shouldered, in his early fifties, with salt-and-pepper hair and a deep voice that always made me feel a little nervous. He had known my father since college and visited our house many times over the years. I used to call him uncle and run away shyly whenever he smiled at me.This time was different.My parents and brothers had gone to attend a relative’s wedding in another city. I was left behind because of my college exams. My father asked Uncle Rajesh to stay at our house for a few days so I wouldn’t be alone.That first night, after dinner, I was washing dishes in the kitchen when Uncle Rajesh walked in. He stood behind me, close enough

Fucked by My Husband’s AI Clone 1

Sophia Bennett stood in the middle of their luxurious penthouse in downtown Seattle, staring at the man who looked exactly like her husband… but wasn’t.Marcus had created him three weeks ago.Her real husband, Marcus Bennett the 34-year-old tech billionaire who built an empire in artificial intelligence had become colder and more distant with every passing month. He worked 18-hour days, traveled constantly, and barely touched her anymore. Their sex life had almost disappeared.One night, after another silent dinner, Marcus had looked at her and said.“I know I’m failing you in bed. So I made something better. He looks like me. He feels like me. But he’ll never be too tired for you.”And now here “he” was.They called him Kai.Kai stood in front of her wearing one of Marcus’s black shirts, unbuttoned, showing off the same sculpted chest and abs. Same height. Same face. Same deep brown eyes. But there was something different in his gaze something hungry, intense, and completely focused

Fucked by My Husband’s AI Clone 2

The next morning, Sophia woke up sore but strangely content.Kai was still beside her, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist, his thick cock half-hard against her thigh even in sleep. She gently moved his arm and slipped out of bed. Her legs felt weak as she walked to the bathroom, cum from last night still leaking down her inner thighs.After a quick shower, she decided she needed normalcy.“I’m going to the mall today,” she told Kai while getting dressed. “You’re coming with me.”Kai raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming on his lips. “As your bodyguard… or something more?”Sophia blushed. “Just… come with me. I don’t want to be alone.”They left the penthouse an hour later. Sophia wore a simple white sundress that hugged her curves and ended mid-thigh. Kai wore one of Marcus’s casual outfits black shirt and jeans looking exactly like her husband but carrying himself with a much more dangerous confidence.At the mall, everything felt almost normal at first. Sophia shopped

My father's sexy wife 1

Her name is Emily.She was twenty-five, soft-spoken, with gentle green eyes and a quiet smile that never quite reached her eyes. My father married her two years ago, mostly because she was young and beautiful, and he liked the way she made him look successful. He was fifty-four, always traveling for business, and rarely home for more than a few days at a time.I was twenty-four. I lived in the guest house behind the main mansion. I told myself I stayed because it was convenient. The truth was more complicated.I noticed the way Emily looked at me when my father wasn’t around. The way her gaze lingered on my arms when I worked out by the pool. The way she blushed and looked away whenever I teased her. I noticed everything.One Thursday night, my father left for business on another two-week trip. The house felt different without him quieter, heavier with possibility.I was in the main kitchen around midnight, grabbing a bottle of water, when Emily walked in wearing nothing but an oversi

My father's sexy wife 2

I didn’t let her rest for long.After filling her on the dining table, I carried Emily upstairs to my father’s bedroom the one place that felt the most wrong and the hottest at the same time. I laid her on their big king bed, the same bed where my father slept every time he was home.Emily looked up at me, breathing fast, her eyes full of guilt and lust.“Ryan… this is his bed,” she whispered.“I know,” I said, spreading her legs wide. “That’s why we’re here.”I pushed my cock back inside her in one deep thrust. She was still full of my cum from before, making everything wet and slippery. I fucked her slow and hard, watching her face the whole time. Her moans were soft and sweet at first, but I wanted more.I flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her ass up high, and started pounding her from behind. The sound of my hips slapping against her ass was loud and dirty. I spanked her hard, leaving fresh red marks on her skin.“Fuck… Ryan… it’s so deep,” she moaned, pushing back against me.

My father's sexy wife 3

After she sucked me so good, I pulled Emily up and kissed her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue. She was breathing hard, her body still trembling. I laid her gently on her back on my father’s bed and spread her legs wide.“Relax, baby,” I whispered, kissing down her stomach. “I want to taste you properly.”Emily’s hands gripped the sheets as I moved lower. I kissed her inner thighs first, teasing her, making her wait. She was already soaked, her pussy swollen and shiny from everything we’d done.When I finally put my mouth on her, she moaned loudly.I licked her slowly at first, dragging my tongue from her entrance all the way up to her clit. She tasted sweet and a little salty a mix of her juices and my cum. I groaned against her, loving every bit of it.“Ryan…” she whimpered, her hips lifting toward my face.I wrapped my arms around her thighs, holding her open, and buried my tongue inside her. I fucked her with my tongue, pushing it in and out while my nose rubbed against her cl

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