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“Please… Father… I’m still so sensitive,” I whimpered.

He smiled darkly, leaning down to suck hard on my nipple while thrusting deeper.

“Good,” he growled against my breast. “I want you to feel every single inch of me.”

He suddenly picked up speed, slamming into me with long, powerful strokes that made the bed creak. His heavy balls slapped against my ass with every brutal thrust.

“Ahhhh! Fuck— you’re so deep!” I screamed, pulling desperately against the silk ties.

Father Maxwell grabbed my throat with one hand, squeezing just enough to make my head spin as he pounded me mercilessly.

“You ran from me,” he snarled, hips snapping...