He curled them perfectly, stroking that spongy spot that made my vision blur.

My juices coated his chin, his fingers, dripping onto the marble altar beneath me. The wet, obscene sounds of him eating my pussy echoed through the empty church.

He ate me like he was taking communion — slow, deep, worshipful licks mixed with hungry sucks and filthy groans. Every time I got close he slowed down, drawing it out until I was whimpering and begging.

“Please— I need to come— Father, please let me come on your tongue—”

He pulled back just enough to look up at me, lips shiny with my cream, eyes dark with lust....