Sunday sin

Daily confessions 1 Minute

Long breath drew in as my body arched upwards. Screams catching in the back of my throat, a flood escapes between my thighs. Once again, the sins of the flesh have captivated my Sunday morning. Dribbles of dew falling from my slender digits, my tongue stretched to take in the communion of my sins. There is no better healing then self-love.

A.J.Luna

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I enjoy fictional writing, and creating fantasies in my head. It's a dark place in there, and sometimes, I even scare myself. Find me on discord @ Gypsy Soul#1108

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