#blessmefather

My head is bowed as I kneel on the pulpit. My hand pressed together while the rosary beads lay draped around my soft pale skin tangled along my wrist. The black veil and gown masks my burning desire as my head lifts to see him. Rising slowly walking over to where he is sat. My hands drop the beads unravel as the slide between my long painted nails smashing against the tiles. My heels echo through the church with each footstep.

Standing behind him, resting my hand on his shoulder clutching lightly leaning over his shoulder whispering ‘Bless me father for I am about to sin’ My finger trails down his jawline tilting his head to meet my gaze. Eyes locked as my tongue glazes my red plump lip as I stand before him. Lifting my habit, my burning red locks fall loosely down my shoulders. Turning my back to him he slowly unzips my grown, the heavy material slides off my shoulders landing at my feet

I stand before him in the glow of the candles. The red lace clings to my curves my chest rises and falls breathing heavy as I sway my hips slowly. Placing my hands on his thighs I push them apart raising my leg resting between his legs. My fingers dance lightly on the lace trim of my thigh high stockings of my suspender belt reaching down my leg. Swirling my fingers teasingly up my inner thigh until I reach the lace material at my sex and drop my leg.

Amen amen amen

Twirling around as my hips roll side to side my hands skim down my side hooking my finger under the band of my gstring releasing with a snap. Laying my hands flat against his muscular thighs I shift myself slowly swaying side to side as I rest against his arousal. Tilting my head back as I meet his stare burning into my soul.

Arching my back against his torso his breath washing over my body as my skin prickles with goosebumps. His fingers running a line through my goosebumps the heat leading towards my sex. My nipples erect pushing closely against the delicate fabric as I lift my hips with each lingering touch he places. My nails digging deep rolling my hips before I rise

Shifting my body to face him I flick the Roman collar from the black of his stiff shirt collar, leaning down I press my red glazed lips to his briefly allowing my tongue to dampen his lips. I straddle his waist, gyrating back and fourth taking a bottle of holy water allowing the sacred drops steam as it immerses my flesh trickling down my stomach

My thigh gripping tightly to his waist as his fingers trace my spine. My hands attach to his broad shoulders arching my back to his touch. Closing my eyes I flick my hair back as my head swirls in a circle until our eyes meet once more. My fingers drag up the nape of his neck leaving drag marks to pull his head to the side. Pressing my tongue flat against his adams apple gliding up along his jawline to nibble his ear

My hands ripple down the front of his shirt taking his hands in mine. Rolling my hips in circles, I guide him up my inner thighs. Finding my feet on the floor I push myself off his knee standing cradling his head against my ample breasts. My finger hooks under his chin lifting his head to my line of vision. He reaches his hand between my legs and cups my firm rounded cheek before he gently brushes a finger along the lace towards my mound

Weaving my hips in a figure of eight watching him intently. Directing my hands to slither gradually down the sides of my burning flesh. Running my cold fingers over my stiffened nipples as I roll my body in towards him. Side stepping slowly I find myself behind him dragging my index finger along the knotted wood of the church pew. Lurching myself forward over his shoulder my hands sprawled down his chest

My hips keep sway hypnotically as I sink my teeth lightly on his shoulder. Crawling my fingers up to grasp his hair drawing his head to the side. My flaming locks dangle over his shoulder dropping my hands tugging his shirt watching as his breathing grows heavy. My tongue glides along his ear teasing his earlobe between my lips… forgive me father for I have sinned I whisper

Standing as I twirl around to his side my long painted nail sweep across his shoulders, our eyes burning together. A smirk curling the edges of my mouth falling to my knees before him. Swirling my head around as I arch my back my legs spread eagle running my fingers down past my navel resting on my sex thrusting my hips.

Amen amen amen

My fingers swirl up his inner thighs slowly rising to my feet. Locking eyes on his rolling my hips as I twirl around. Raising my hands up effortlessly up through my hair. Extending one arm pointing upwards scraping my nails down the inner softness dropping turning around. My hand landing on his crotch as I undo his zip with a flick of my wrist

Gathering to my feet, I snag the long neck of the glass bottle of holy wine. My thumb caressing the tip slowly. My teeth sinking into my bottom lip lifting my gaze towards him. Flicking my thumb as the cork pops, I turn my back to him. With a subtle glance over my shoulder, grabbing the smooth leather of his belt leading him to the shadows.