The way Master’s cock was slamming into my submissive slut cunt made me forget every prayer I’d ever known; I was drowning in the sin of Him, and nothing could make me holy again. Master had my slutty nun costume hiked up around my hips. His name was slipping from my lips, my pussy dripping deliciously as He dug His fingers into my hips. I was sky high, living out my fantasy of a Halloween cream pie and begging for more as He slapped me across my face from behind.
Master had drank an eighth, and cut some lines. He was divine in His use of my fuck holes, and the way he dominated my mind. I was hypnotized by his cock driving in my tight, hot wet cunt deeper and deeper. I knew this was right, to be used under a cemetery lantern’s light half past midnight on Halloween.
He tugged on my leash; I choked back a scream. I was cumming all over his cock; how it gleamed in the light as I leaned on the bench for support. I’m a whore, and I’ll submit to any man from my core. I used to work nine to fives, until I realized I needed more. I adore the hard slaps of His hands, to fulfill His demands, and I beg that His brands His name into my skin. I’m his slut forever, and I’m lost in his sin.
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