I maintained eye contact with her for several seconds, then diverted my eyes. Anal sex She was dressed in black, with gothic style make up and jet black hair with subtle purple streaks. I’m addicted and obsessed. She leaned back slowly and gracefully, sinking into the overstuffed couch. “What do you find the most arousing about me, Father Murphy?”
She gave me a sardonically threatening look. “I think it’s the sounds of sex that turn me on the most.”
“Miss Black, you seem to be having difficulty focusing,” I said. “Hands all over me. I kept saying ‘I’m sooo stuffed, I’m sooo full!'”
“I see,” was the only reply I could think of. It was hypnotic. “I love to suck dick.”
She looked me up and down seductively, shamelessly. I kept saying ‘I’m sooo stuffed, I’m sooo full!'”
“I see,” was the only reply I could think of. “The wet, juicy noises? “Miss Black!”
I stood up and tossed my bible on the table beside my chair, unsure of what I would say next.
