11 - SERVED TO MY PRIEST 2.
His tongue pushed against mine in a filthy way, that made me lose my mind, his teeth scraping my bottom lip.
One of his hands slid down, to grab my ass under my dress, his fingers digging into my skin, roughly.
He squeezed my butt cheek hard and then slapped it once, the sound cracking through the room.
I gasped into his mouth, and he slapped it again, harder this time as if gaining the approval he wanted.
“Mnnn” I moaned, grinding myself against his thigh, craving urgent friction down there.
He walked me backwards, dragging me through the corridor, his mouth never leaving mine. Kissing me hungrily, until my spine hit the donation table.
He shoved up my dress, yanking it over my head and tossing it somewhere.
My tit spilled free and he stared at it for
