#sinfuldynamics

bare   knuckles   tap   the   wooden   structure   three   times.   a   creek   in   the   door   as   black   hair   enters   the   office   before   her   contrasting   features   did.   “   father   joseph?   ”   she   asks   quietly.   the   rectory   receptionist   let   her   in   on   their   way   out   which   was   definitely   a   bad   idea   on   their   part.   wasn't   smart   to   leave   indy   alone   with   the   other.   “   sister   rose   let   me   in…   ”   shutting   the   door   behind   her   with   a   click.   she   had   no   business   showing   up   this   late   but,   like   always,   she   needed   some   help   and   guidance   and   who   other   than   the   priest   could   do   that?   “   i   hope   i'm   not   interrupting   anything   important.   ”   she   purrs.   fingers   trailing   along   the   edge   of   the   desk   as   she   saunters   around   to   where   he   sits.   hips   swaying   in   the   dim   light,   casting   alluring   shadows   across   her   curves.   “   i   was   just   in   the   neighborhood   and   thought   i'd   stop   by   to…   ”   ponders   a   reason.   “   talk   about   something   i've   been   struggling   with.   ”

The second she had spotted them at the event her parents were throwing as their way of forcing her to socialise with people of influential status she knew the night was about to be far more interesting, and possibly complicated, than she had expected. Red bottom heels clicked on the floor as she made her way over to them, almost in an instantly cornering them against a wall that was somewhat secluded. “You know you should be here. If my parents spot you there will certainly be a scene.” Lacey spoke out, perfectly painted lips curving into a smirk as she reached out to fiddle with the jewellery around their neck. “This is cute, is this your way of seeming edgy whilst trying to blend into the mundane crowd?” Not that she didn’t understand the other wanting to blend, the opposite to her in her revealing red dress.

smoothing out her dress as she waited for her ride outside of her hotel, she glanced up when she heard someone else come out. “can i have an unbiased opinion on how i look? scale of one to ten - how hot do you think the dress is?”

Meanwhile, she was still sorting out what to wear to get him going. Not off to a bad start.

“... what are the odds you can forget to mention me sneaking out to anyone?”

"SHIT." THE BRUNETTE HISSED IN SURPRISE AS SHE FELT hands grabbing at the globes of her ass with more force than necessary. her head turned to look at the man over her shoulder, ready to scold him for interrupting her in the task of cleaning up the kitchen mid-dinner, but the look on his face made her pause. it was more than he needed, her body suddenly caged between his frame and the kitchen counter with her upper body pinned to the freshly cleaned counter top by the nape of her neck "everyone's in the dining room, they will hear us." Anna hissed through gritted teeth as his other hand tugged the bottom of her dress up to her hips, pushing the fabric of her panties to the side without a care in the world. the ass plug went next, small enough to be comfortably and quickly removed with only a flinch at the sudden gesture - but a moment later the stretched, lube-filled hole was suddenly being stretched around something much, much bigger. "shit." the brunette groaned, cheek resting against the cool marble surface as she tried - and failed - to relax more "please, n-not so fast." Anna groaned as she felt the girth of his cock entering her, claiming her hole anew in the middle of sunday dinner while the rest of the guests chatted over the roast in the other room "too much, fuck."

“Huh. . . You had a nice look over there, love? A picture would last longer.”