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Non van je gaten is vanavond veilig en wordt vastgepind door een non
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Gepubliceerd:04.11.2025 • Verberg
I’m not your average NUN. I don’t forgive sins, I create them.This Halloween, I traded my rosary for a BBC strapon and took confession straight between his cheeks. The holy hymns tonight are his moans. The rhythm? My hips slamming against his ass. Each thrust makes him beg for mercy, but mercy isn’t part of my sermon. I remind him that salvation requires sacrifice, and he’s about to give me everything. When I decide his repentance has just begun, I slide my glove on and press deeper. Slowly. Intentionally. The sound of his breathing turns ragged, his body twitching between pleasure and pain as I open him wider. This is no gentle blessing — this is devotion in its rawest, dirtiest form. The candles burn low. The NUN’s hand works him open until his eyes roll back in bliss. He’s shaking, drooling, surrendering every last bit of control. And when I finally pull my hand out, he’s spent — baptized in sweat, cum, and obedience.
