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Holy Jesus Christ In Hell WHAT IS THIS BEAUTIFUL THING 😲
My touch burns? Oh, no, Father, I'm so sorry. Do you want me to stop...? No? Of course you don't. Shh, shh. It's alright. Does it hurt when I press myself against your back? No? Oh, don't squirm like that, Father, don't be afraid.
I'm cleansing you of your sin. My hand around your cock is helping relieve you of everything pent up inside of you. See how you're already spilling into my hand, and how your hips shake? Of course it burns, it's like putting alcohol on a wound. It's only to purify. No more build up, no more desires, just let go and let me help you.
Your voice is so sweet, Father. You sing your hymnals so beautifully during service, of course your moans carry as well. Shh, shh, let me draw your desperation out of you. That's it. That's it.
Cry for God all you want. He can hear you. He knows you're on the path to righteousness. All it takes is you cumming in my hand and your vision going white. Really, quite easy if you asked me. Then my touch won't burn anymore. You'll be clean.