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"Father forgive me for my sins. Father forgive me for my sins." It's fucking Alyssa Albrite. She's one of those innocent catholic types who are so pure you just know they have a secret. You know the type of a girl who smiles all coy but you can tell that she's got something going on upstairs. So anyway she comes into the confession box, and I'm sitting there holding my fucking breath trying to fucking move an inch or she's going to freak the fuck out and I'm going to be expelled for fucking sure. But my dick is harder than multi-variable calculus and it's starting to ooze out the tip and I'm like fuuuuuuuuuuuuck I'm going to have bust this nut any second there's no stopping it! So I do the only thing I can think of in that moment, and just start coughing like a asian fucking mad man. I am just busting a load all over the goddamn confession box and kicking my heels because I've held this nut it for so long that it feels like the devil himself is punching japanese his way out of my dick tip. And of course Alyssa is freaking the fuck out but I jam my cock into my waistband and run out before she starts screaming. "What the fuck are you doing in there?" I yelled at her like it's her fucking fault. And the sheila's staring back at me from her side of the confession box, and she's got her fucking hand down her skirt. Now I know right now you're thinking this is all fucking bullshit I made up to get upvotes on sexstories.com, but half you mother fuckers are going to drop a negative on my ass anyway and I'm drunk while writing this so fuck it all to shit and suck my dick, because this is 100% bonafide truth. Now Alyssa's a shiela of about 5'6" in freedom units, with c-cup tits busting against her white button down shit and tan thighs thicker than goddamn tree trunks. Not to mention a pink tight pussy like a fucking mouth ready to suck your cock dry. "Don't tell anyone!" She yells and she's all fucking panicky you know. And I'm like "You kinky bitch!" And she's like "Fuck you Albert! What the fuck were you doing in there?" "Having a wank, same as you!" "Well then... why don't we just fuck instead?" Now I know you're thinking this doesn't sound like realistic dialogue, but how fucking often do people talk like a Tarantino movie? He yawned and roughly pulled my panties down around my ankles and I felt him line up his slick cockhead. I unite with them. He forced her to the kitchen table laying her on her back asian and bound arms. She tried to lick the cum from her lips through the ring gag. I whispered in her ear as my first finger went slid up her shitter to the knuckle. Back and forth taking his entire large cock in my ass. I shook my head. Tristan and Cory mentioned Evan, though. “Wait, WHAT?” I asked. When they were apart, there was nightly phone conversations, which even included phone japanese sex.