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[callisto-write]

I wanna see a pretty priest grinding against a pillow so desperately, trying to cum without touching themselves. I wanna be the incubus that planted these lustful thoughts in his mind and watch that holy light drain from his soul as he cums

[callisto-write]

The sinful priest

My first time ever trying to write something. I apologise for any mistakes!

Warnings: horny priest whit sinful thoughts. And a hot milf.

This is set in a small village ca 1800

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He would see her every Sunday in church as he was holding mass. She would sit in the front pew. she was a farmers wife, a bit older and very beautiful.

a bit older and very beautiful. He could clearly see her large breasts beneath the sheer shawl she always wore every Sunday.

He tried his best to clear his mind as he continued speaking. He could feel that way she was looking at him was not innocent

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He would help the farmers oldest son whit bible studies on occasion. One day as he was doing just that while he was sitting in the dining room of the large house. He tried not to look into the kitchen. She was bustling around the kitchen while preparing dinner.

The bodice that she wore seemed to be a bit too tight and the neckline seemed to be a bit too low. Her breast almost spilled out and he tried to not look but it was hard. She called the maid for help but she was outside and did not hear.

He asked the woman if he could be of assistance and she answered that she needed help to take down a barrel of wine in the storage house next door. He got up from his chair and told the son that he would be back shortly.

He followed her outside and into the storage room. Inside the room he reached up to a high shelf and took down a smaller barrel of wine as per her request. he turned around when he heard her let out a small yelp. And saw how she bent over in front of him to pick up her handkerchief that she had dropped.

As she bent over her breast spilled over the low neckline and they looked so soft and plump and all he wanted to do was to reach out and touch them.

But instead he held tighter onto the barrel as his face turned more and more red and his pants became a bit tighter. She stood up slowly while looking at him.

She slowly put her breast back into her bodice while looking into his eyes. Time seemed to stand still. When she was done she took the barrel and walked inside the main house.

He stood still and tried to calm his mind. There was a bucket of cool water in the corner of the room. The coolness of the water did little to calm him down as he washed his face and neck.He saw a barrel of water standing in the corner that he washed his face and neck. He adjusted his pants and took a deep breath to compose himself before he walked back into the house and continued whit the study help.

He slept poorly that night as he was busy touching his hard cock while imagining that his hand was instead her large breasts. He spent his morning prayer in church infront of the altar. He tried to clear his mind but all he could think about was her and how sweet she would taste and it made his knees buckle. And he was thankful for the closed heavy church door this early morning.

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