I was still on my knees in the cramped confession booth, my lips stretched obscenely around Father Elias’s massive c**k. Thick, warm saliva poured continuously from the corners of my mouth, running down my chin in heavy streams and dripping onto my bare breasts. The wet, filthy gagging and slurping sounds I made were loud and constant in the small wooden space. Father Elias held my head firmly with both hands and thrust deeper into my throat, his thick shaft forcing its way past my gag reflex.
“That is it, you wicked little temptress,” he groaned, his voice low and rough with lust. “Take every inch of Father’s holy c**k down your sinful throat. This is what you came here for, is it not? To choke and drool like a w***e in the house of God.”
I moaned loudly around his thickness, the vibrat
