The Reverend And His Plaything

3 – Thor

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office into the church hall. My shoes tapped softly against the

f purity and discipline billowed quietly with eve

, familiar faces, moved about dusting the statues, replaci

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her the moment I s

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lightly as she wiped down the wooden pews. That movemen

the remains of my lust off my cock the s

k, and falling softly over her shoulders. Her gown was modest. To

s either truly dev

ending saints turn into ea

playing out a dozen scenarios in

the

warm surprise. "Oh my... Mrs. Voss," I greet

her step. One of the oldest members here. She believed

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sked, furrowing my bro

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such a comfort already... your presence here has been

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