“It’s Esme,” said a surprisingly low and sexual voice. He bent over in his chair with his head between his legs. He could smell his filth off of her mouth and he could taste it now, too. “Fuck, Father! “Are you enjoying my lifestyle, Father Michael?” Satan said. His robe was up and he was gently squeezing the bulge of his cock through his favorite undergarment – black rubber scanty briefs. I’ve got a good cameltoe cunt, haven’t I Father? “We prefer not to use the fuck word in church, Esee. He found it hard to believe it had happened himself! The fucking dirty stuff that was squirted up there last night and the night before and the night before that! Lick at them and take a deep smell of me. The spasms had just died away when her voice came back to him.. so I need forgiveness …
