You stride into my confessional as rebellious as always. Dressed in a tight t-shirt and jeans that accent your delightful curves. I shake my head, I should not think these thoughts, your cap on at a stylish angle you slowly sit next door.
I listen as you begin confessing, you describe what you have been doing online. I listen in shock as you describe what you have a said and done with a man that is almost a complete stranger, how you have flashed your breasts over the internet, how you have described fucking him and sucking him and taking it up the ass. I gasp out loud as you continue to describe.
I find that I am getting hard in my robes, I cannot believe what you are doing to me, I try to focus but all I can think about is you displaying that sexy body to men. I try to be disapproving but find myself wondering what your pussy would feel and taste like.
You hear my gasp and peek round at me noticing the bulge in my robes. You grin as a wicked thought enters your head. You reach round and before I realize what you are doing you have begun stroking my shaft through the cloth. I groan, trying to tell you to stop.
You quickly move and pulling the robes apart you slowly lower your head to my trousers. Unzipping my pants you fish my cock out, I groan as your mouth is lowered over my shaft. What am I doing, this can't be happening?