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GOD. Sometimes I think about Fritz Ludwig and I find myself wanting to be just almost teasingly, indulgently tender for him. I want to kiss along his neck and jaw while I stroke his cock, want to murmur praise that almost feels like such wonderful sin pressed against his skin. Maybe I bring him to sink further against the crook of my neck as the pace of my hand grows, maybe I ride him slowly with my temple pressed to his and my hand over his heart, but I want him to feel the true weight of devotion in every ounce of worship I shower upon him, to feel the sheer warmth and strength of sanctuary as he cums for me.
AND ALSO. Sometimes I think about Fritz Ludwig and I really want to give him the chance to take his pleasure from me. I need to feel his fingers tug my hair as he loses himself to the pleasure of the warmth of my mouth. I need that man to praise me like something truly sacred all while his pace is something downright unforgiving when he’s inside me. There’s prayers in the lovebites that cover me and worship in every thrust, and oh, I can truly feel the bliss of heaven when he cums inside of me.
anons here are mastering the art of religious erotica with a dash of blasphemy over this one guy and i personally love that for us