corruption. too sweet, drips right down like honey. tongue deep, deep in his mouth.

may god save us.

"...mmh, easy..."

the walls of the confessional shelter you from the dark, cold church, breathing in each other's body heat. it's just a kiss. lust, though, isn't that a sin?

"hah.. more. kiss me more."

a sin. yet the priest lives and breathes it.