Two more buttons opened... - My daughter, you came to confess, right? - Yes Father, I came to MAKE a confession... And Gracinha began to tell the Father in a provocative tone all her experiences, she said that she was no longer chaste, she told in detail some of the many fucks she had with her brothers behind the Church . And even at the altar with the empty temple. The confessional allowed the priest to see the silhouette of that woman, he noticed that with each confession she opened a button on her blouse. He was sweating profusely, trying to concentrate on his confessions and on the prayers he said in silence. I tried. Tempted. Excited. Underdog! He had to unbutton his linen pants before they burst. And the expression 'beloved tent' would feel diminished if it witnessed that 'awning', that 'pitched tent' that formed between the priest's legs covered by the white cassock. He thought: “Lord, take this cup away from me.” If not, I'll drink it all. Then he condemned himself for the thought. Too late. Now you're going to keep quiet and do what I say, otherwise I'm going to have to gag your mouth too, which would be a shame not to hear you call me hot with that accent. And you will call me whatever I tell you to call me. As she spoke, she rolled, rubbed, and rubbed her pussy against his huge cock, even over her cassock. With great skill he got down from the priest's lap, took off his shoes, his pants, his cassock and his shirt and left him in the dust. With every sign of his regret, she tortured him. She put her breasts out of the corset and rubbed it in his face. He rolled his ass in the priest's face. I pulled his hair back. Other Kiss. Another slap. Bite this time. He sucked his tongue. He rubbed his chin, his neck, his ear against the priest's thick beard. He bent down and put the entire dick in his mouth in one go. - Huuuuuum!!!! My God!!! - Priest. You must not pronounce the name of God in vain. I'll teach you a new sermon. You will repeat everything I say. Now you're going to say that I'm your hot bitch. He looked startled. Another slap. She took off her panties, sat back on his lap and started rubbing her wet pussy on the tip of his dick. When he tilted his hips trying to enter her, she hit and dodged, preventing him from penetrating.

- 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.

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.