Rêve Claustral (Claustral Dream), 1952 Clovis Trouille

Rêve Claustral (Claustral dream), 1952 Clovis Trouille

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santaxsangre

11 months ago

† body of christ †

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santaxsangre

11 months ago

Sinner: The Secret Diary Of A Nymphomaniac (1973) Dir. Jesus Franco

Sinner: The Secret Diary of a Nymphomaniac (1973) dir. Jesus Franco

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santaxsangre

11 months ago

can you hear the church bell ring ? 📿

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santaxsangre

11 months ago

and let me grow within you

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santaxsangre

10 months ago

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santaxsangre

11 months ago

a priest who sobs when he pushes into you.. you feel so hot and tight around his cock and he needs it so bad but he feels so ashamed... he's ruining his life, his livelihood, his relationship with god just to fuck you but he can't help himself. he ruts into you with deep strokes while he mutters desperate apologies to the lord. he cums far too quickly, shuddering and crying and whispering gods name instead of yours <33

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santaxsangre

11 months ago

And not to pull your halo down

Around your neck and tug you off your cloud

But I'm more than just a little curious

How you're planning to go about making your amends

To the dead

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santaxsangre

11 months ago

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santaxsangre

11 months ago

Priests wear dresses all day while being all ooohhh I’m the bride of Christ and expect me to not want to hear them moan?

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santaxsangre

11 months ago

Imagining a priest squeezing and groping and kneading your clothed chest, playing with your nipples and whispering in your ear how erotic this part of your body is, how you tempt them every time you come to mass. Their hands slipping underneath your blouse to dig their fingers into your soft, supple skin and grinding slowly against your back. They don’t miss how you press yourself against them, almost as if you’re trying to squirm away from the sensation, and it makes them want to tease you more. Maybe they would wrap a delicate hand around your smooth throat, not squeezing, but just there as a reminder of who is in control. Maybe they would kiss the shell of your ear, your cheek, your nose, and your lips with a hidden hunger. Maybe they would bend you over and rut their clothed body against you, bouncing your ass against them feverishly, their holy hands still groping you.

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