Father Knows Best

Kathryn Mae sits with Father Codey Steele after Sunday mass. Her voice cracks as she spills the mess of her marriage, and the priest listens like a man who knows exactly how to take control. Her tears turn into heat when she leans in too close, pressing against the black fabric hiding what she really wants. Father Codey grabs her throat. First his fingers squeeze, testing how deep she can go. Then the belt wraps her neck, leather biting as he pulls. Kathryn’s lips part, pleading, and the priest frees the thick cock under his vestments. He rams it down her throat, hips snapping, while his open palm cracks across her tits. She ends up face-down on the bed, panties ripped away, ass up. Father Codey slams into her from behind, belt slapping her skin in rhythm with every thrust. Then he ties her wrists together, binds her ankles, locks her in a perfect doggy. The leather leash snaps tight around her throat as he pounds her soaked pussy, pulls out to feed her mouth, then drives back in, spanking her raw. Finally she’s on her back, spread wide, wrists lashed to ankles. Father Codey buries himself to the hilt and keeps going until she begs. When he empties every drop inside, the priest leaves her overflowing—a hot, dripping communion straight from his cock.