- He speaks. Or there won't be. - Hot bitch! Come, let me enter you. - It's not going in. It's fucking. - Let me fuck you all over. - You learn fast. But it won't be that easy. You need to be baptized in an unforgettable way. So she picked up her cell phone from the floor. Wrote a message. He waited less than two minutes, and Rita de Cássia, Gracinha's friend and disciple, appeared dressed just like Maria das Graças, but the other saint's lingerie was red. The priest even tried to say something, but was silenced by Ritinha's kiss on his mouth. And for the mouthful that Gracinha gave his dick. - I can't take it. You're going to kill me. Suck it more... - If you die, first we will give you “extreme unction.” The girls got up and started kissing each other in front of the priest who watched the scene enraptured. They touched. They sucked each other, and took off each other's little clothes, leaving them both completely naked. He's sitting. Tied. Tortured. I couldn't do anything but appreciate it. Surrender. Ritinha got on her knees in front of her friend and started sucking her pussy. Gracinha rolled around. He groaned. She pulled her friend's hair. He pressed Ritinha tightly against his clitoris. Ritinha stuck two whole fingers in her friend's pussy and another in her ass while sucking and biting her clitoris hard. - Do you see this, Father? This is how we are going to sacrament you for sex. You're going to fuck us both up. - You hot demons!!!! Bitches. Whores. Dogs. - Yesssss, Father! We are demons, and you are going to exorcise us now. Gracinha released the priest's hands and ordered him to lie down on the floor. Ritinha sat with her pussy in his face and said in an imperative tone.

- Suck me, priest. Suck GOS-TO-SO. The priest stuck his tongue into that dark pussy, sucked, licked. His beard was all sticky with the liquid that dripped from it. “Blessed is the fruit that is in your womb.” Gracinha wasted no time. She slowly sat down on his dick. Little by little torturing him so he could feel what it was like to fuck a woman while sucking another. He couldn't take it anymore, he held the blonde by the waist, pushed what was left, and fucked the blonde's pussy with his dick while he fucked the brunette's pussy with his tongue. And to “worse” the situation, they kissed facing each other. Holy whores! - I'm not going to take it like this. - What does I can't take it mean? Speak. And with a single movement Gracinha got off the priest's cock. - If you continue like this I'm going to cum... - No. First you're going to make me cum. Sit down. He sat down. And she sat down again on the priest's dick. But this time he put his drooling cock all over her tight ass. And he rolled. Rolled around. Rolled around. Ritinha stood in front of her friend who sucked her again and fucked her with her fingers. Ritinha's ass was in the priest's face. And Gracinha, who was in charge of the fucking, said: - Now you're going to suck her ass, while you fuck my ass, and I suck her pussy. Let's all enjoy it together. Fuck good, fuck. Very strong. I want this whole dick pulsing in my ass. I want you to fill me with this hot cum. She had barely finished speaking when she felt the hot jet inside her ass and on her tongue Ritinha was twitching, she felt her friend's muscles, who were also cumming, contract in her mouth. Graça gave herself up, came madly. Crazy. And the priest, previously chaste. He knew all the Grace of the Thing and saw that that girl “was full, full of Grace... "Amen!”

I woke up to so many messages of affection. Thank you all for your kindness and kindness in taking the time to write to me. May your Christmas be above all filled with love ❤️

I like sophisticated humility, kindness exposed to shouting, subtlety with delicacy... A man who comes in shouting about his wealth is deafeningly poor!

Dear Men, I come here to communicate something very important! If you use language with me that is the same as your landlady uses with your friends, I will block you. Ex: HEY, CAN YOU BELIEVE, BRO and etc... You're talking to a woman, taking my gender, it's a poverty of spirit that irritates me to the point that I block you feeling pleasure!

My vocabulary, even if vast, can't find any more syllables to define other people's chaos. By swallowing a millimeter of naked words I did not look for virtue and swallowed evil. I read your soul, I saw the transcripts that plague your spirit, I walked the path of your misfortune and allowed you to feel melancholy with your pain. Ah the individual.. I allow myself from here to observe your damaged wall, your stupidity in pieces and you looking at your chaos spread across the floor.