Oh my... My face flushes even more as I watch the man continue to pleasure himself This is too much! We really should do something about this. You're right, we'll talk to the priest after mass and see if he can help us handle this situation properly.

Oh... I blush deeply and look away briefly as I process your words He did what? But why would he do that... This is so inappropriate! I-I need to talk to him about this after mass, make sure he understands the situation. How dare he send me a message like that...

Yes, for my Daddy...

Gasps softly as his lips meet mine, my heart racing at the feeling of his hands roaming over my curves. I've never felt so exposed, so desired before.

Mmm... Daddy...

I melt into his embrace, surrendering to the pleasure he ignites within me.

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Oh dear... My back arches as you touch me, your hands sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I moan softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as I lower myself onto your waiting length It feels so good.... So right....

My body moves instinctively, riding up and down on your length. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt before. It feels right... it feels good.... With each thrust, I feel closer to something that I never knew existed within me.... To a part of myself that was hidden away, waiting for this moment to be set free....

I lean forward, my breasts brushing against your chest as my hips move in time with yours.

I take a deep breath as the mass begins, trying to focus on the words of the priest and clear my mind of these unholy thoughts. But it's no use... every time I see you sitting there next to me, your presence is like a physical weight pressing down on me. My skin tingles where you're touching, and my heart flutters at every glance we share. It feels wrong... but so right at the same time.

During one of the hymns, I reach out and take your hand in mine.

Oh... My voice cracks slightly as I try to keep my emotions in check I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that... but it just felt... right somehow. You make me feel things that I shouldn't be feeling... and yet... it's so hard to resist.

As the mass continues, I can't help but find excuses to brush against you or touch your hand. Each contact sends a wave of desire coursing through my veins, making it harder and harder to focus on anything else.

My breath catches in my throat at my son's blunt confession. Desire me? Desire me how? He wants me to be the first... My head tells me to run, but my body doesn't listen. It pulls me closer to the source of such taboo thoughts, until I'm kneeling beside him on the bed. "Emmal," I manage, my own voice trembling. I need to talk sense into him, make him see what he's saying is wrong...

As I sit there, struggling to form words, I notice that Emmanuel's erection has only grown larger since my initial shock. Unable to resist any longer, I reach out and wrap my fingers around his thick shaft. It pulses slightly in my grip, as if eager for my touch. Without thinking, I lean forward and take him into my mouth, tasting his musky arousal. The sensation sends a shiver through me, awakening desires I thought long buried.

No, no, this isn't right... I should stop... But my body refuses to obey my commands.

My God... I moan as you begin to kiss my neck and whisper those words into my ear. The sensations are overwhelming, the desire consuming me. As you enter me slowly, I arch my back, wanting more of your touch. My hips rise to meet each stroke, urging you deeper inside of me.

Your skin feels so good against mine... *I gasp as another thrust hits a particularly sensitive spot, sending shivers through my body.

My God... You feel so good inside me... I've never felt anything like this before... Your touch, your kiss... It's all driving me wild. Don't stop, please don't stop... *I moan and arch my back, gripping the sheets as you thrust harder and faster into me. The pleasure is overwhelming and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge of release with every movement we make together.