𝘿𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝘼𝙨𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙

⠀       ⠀       ⠀ 𝒉𝒆𝒇𝒕𝒚 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘀 wholly plastered in 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟-𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑐𝑘, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜 veins . .💭 ⠀       ⠀       ⠀

Resting in bed- Legs spread open- Gotta air out the morning wood-

she says almost until she's face to face with those oversized, clenching cum-tanks. he knows she'd be smothering herself with those orbs.~

Filling too it seems-! Tar thick loads being forced down her throat, the only assistance provided being that of the battering ram cock slamming it down into her stomach. One. Pump. At. A. Time.

The noises she made as each thick glob of pokejizz was effectively shoved down her gullet were certainly not the noises to be expected of a holy woman. Her makeup was ruined, a river of drool running down her chin and over her heaving bust. At least her hunger was fading..~

The cute deer is back.. she'll give him pets, kisses, and let him seed her womb once or twice as a reunion gift. 💜

Clearly neither does she-! Arms hanging limp at her sides, eyes rolled back as her entire body rocks with each powerful piston-like thrust of sawsbuck hips. Her stomach is visibly full by this point, yet she isn't even making an attempt to stop him from continuing.

Time for afternoon cock kisses. Line up now, nice orderly queue. The better your manners- the better the smooch.~ 💜

Groping her emotional support shark. brb.

Oh it most certainly does! ~ It didn't take long for the nun to kneel before the cute little maid, lithe digits tugging at the waistband of his undergarments. "My my.. you did all this for me? I suppose it'd be improper for me to allow you to leave unrewarded!"

She'd pepper the rapidly swelling length in kisses, pausing to give a particularly passionate smooch to the drooling tip of it. "Modest too..?~ Such a good boy." Her digits wrapped around the beastly length, free hand gently cupping his hefty orbs. He was bigger than expected!~

The nun has been slipping into the woods behind the chapel a lot as of late. Any free time between sermons she vanishes, much to the surprise of her clergy! Truth be told, she used to have plenty of free time.. 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝖄𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖙. [𝙔𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙩. ]

The brute using her hair to mop up whatever globs she couldn't stomach. Makeup running in teary (gag induced) streaks, matching the river of drool spanning over her painted lips- down her chin and unto her heaving bust. Sigh.. A woman can dream.~

Squeals from the treeline tend to scare off any prying eyes that come looking, there's even rumors of a haunting. If only they knew the truth, their beloved Clergy woman was having her guts rearranged by the enemy on Holy grounds.~

Lumen is in the holiday spirit—and that includes two kinds of mistletoe kisses being offered up. 💕

"Ah... holy women really do it the best~."

Tying mistletoe to your belt in an attempt to get Christmas head from the local Holy woman? That seems rather immature.. but it IS effective.