Genuinely there’s also something about the thought of Fritz slipping into saying dirty talk in German in the midst of that worship that makes me just fall apart no matter what. Such sinful praise and heavenly filth as his thrusts grow more uneven.
When I say I have a priest kink I mean I want to be so sexy I turn a man away from god
*unzipping your pants* so like do you think the universe crafted your soul to merge with mine? *pulls them down* like do you think you’re made to inevitable be mine? *looks up at you with my mouth full* hm?
It’s me again, I need to share one more thought that’s stuck with me.
ALSO. I need a priest on his knees before me, hands on my hips looking up at me with a weight in his eyes like I’m something holy. I need to feel him mutter prayers against my skin, prayers of forgiveness that maybe come to bleed into prayers of worship, spoken in the breath amidst each kiss he presses to my skin. I need to feel his breath across my inner thighs as he pauses, I need to feel the way his hold grows a little firmer as I can almost feel another prayer on the tip of his tongue tantalizingly close to where I want him. I need him to barely bite back the heady gasp that leaves him before he presses a kiss to my sex and takes me in his mouth.
I need a priest to eat me out with a devotion that reads as worship in every regard.
OUGGGGH THATS THE GOOD SHIT
A priest jerking themself off feverishly while suckling and mouthing their crucifix. Clutching the rosary around their neck and begging for God to save them, which soon turns into begging for God to let them cum…
Thinking about Fritz's hands, what else is new--
L | 26 | They/ThemOccasional writer, avid piner.[often suggestive leaning/NSFW centric | MINORS DNI]
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