Chapter 27 Hera

• The screen creaked as Father Richard shifted, and Hera imagined his hand adjusting his growing erection.
• Her confessions poured out faster now, dirtier, her voice dropping to a filthy whisper. "But that's not all, Father. I dream of you bending me over the altar. You hike up my skirt, tear my panties aside, and ram your dick into my dripping cunt from behind. I grip the edges, my ass high in the air, as you pound me mercilessly. Your hips slap against my cheeks, your balls smacking my clit with every brutal thrust."
• She rocked on her knees, grinding her soaked pussy against her heel for friction. "You call me your slut, your confessional whore, spanking my ass red while you stretch my hole. I beg for more, Father—fuck your parishioner harder, make me your breeding bitch. You pull my hair, arch my back, and fill me with your seed, cum gushing out around your shaft as you keep thrusting through your orgasm."