Throat fuck Stories

Sofia had no time to catch her breath. Fr. Jim Boyd’s semen was splattered on her neck and exposed breasts and was dripping on the floor of the confessional at Saint Andrew. And someone had just knocked on the door. She had legitimately arrived that Saturday morning with the intention of only giving her confession and to be absolved of her many sins. But as was the case with her two priests, things escalated into the real...

It wasn’t the first time they had been together, just the first time they’d bothered with a hotel room. Previous encounters had been brief, tawdry romps in the back seat of her SUV in the parking lot of whatever taverns they met at for drinks. Clever fingers and talented tongues provided hurried, lusty orgasms for two lovers who needed release. It had always been decadently delicious. But tonight, they wouldn’t need to ru...