My Little Whore 1

Father Jim rings the bell like a man walking into church for the last time. Jessica opens the door, takes one look at the collar, and bites back a laugh. She already knows he thinks she sells salvation, not sin. Inside she hits record on the hidden lens and lets him in. She drops to her knees without ceremony, yanks his zipper, and wraps her mouth around the thick, circumcised cock that springs free. The minister gasps, hands hovering like he might still pray. She sucks hard, spits, takes him deeper, then pushes him onto the couch and climbs on. She rides him facing forward, legs spread wide, tits bouncing in his face. She flips, faces away, slams down until his balls slap her ass, then swings a leg over so she can grind slow while he watches his dick disappear inside her. Every thrust digs the hook in deeper. When he starts to grunt like a man about to meet God, Jessica lifts off, grabs his shaft at the root, and pinches the orgasm right out of him. Thick ropes spill useless across his own stomach. Before the last twitch dies she points at the tiny red light in the corner. "Camera’s been on since you walked in, Father. You’re my little whore now—unless you want every pew to see what their minister does on his day off." He stares at the footage already saved to her phone, throat working, cock still twitching. She stands, already scrolling, and tells him not to touch himself while she changes. He sits there leaking, ruined, owned.