Writer: Jarufag
Subject: It started with me confessing
Link: BDSMLR / 13.05.2021 / Reposted by Devilgirl-from-outerspace
It started with me confessing
It started with me confessing my sins and after he lit some weird incense and blew the smoke through to my side of the booth I got light headed and blacked out. I woke up a few hours later with a really sore ass and his cock in my mouth and I couldn’t stop myself no matter how hard I tried. Out of the corner of my eye I saw four other men come into the room, one said “Do we still get a turn with this one or have you used it up?” “Don’t worry,” he said as he kept fucking my face, “the power of you know who will compel this one to take all the loads you want to pump into it.”
It sounds like a truly religious experience, in more ways than one. Thanks for this.