silence of the cathedral with wet obscenities. John moaned and shuddered, eyes locked on the crucifix hanging beneath the alcove. “So filthy,” Jim whispered as he pressed into John’s tight heat. “My pretty little slut…” “A-ah! H-hurry, I don’t want to be caught!” His words were breathless and rushed. Jim held his hips and bucked forward, grinning as John struggled to stay kneeling. “Say your prayers, Johnny,” he purred. John’s litany of praises echoed as he obeyed, praying for swift release.

*whimpers* Sex while praying.  Oh my god.  It seems so appropriate that this is the one that breaks the rule.

“Say your prayers.”  Oh my god.


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