I have NO Shame, and NO Guilt since accepting Satan in to my Life! I have NEVER felt SO Free! Accept Satan into your mind, and let Satan into your Heart! And Gift Satan with your Soul!🔥😈🤘🔥
The teen in all black shoved the choir boy down onto of the pews of an empty church. He quickly pushes himself down on top of him grinding into him and assaulting his neck with his mouth.
His protests ring out through the building, gasping and begging about getting caught, about blasphemy, about someone hearing them. He pushes his hips back into the heretic out of instinct despite his hands working to push his aggressive kisses away.
A chuckle creeps from the assailant's throat. "Aw~ You're so cute when you're all flustered." He works his hand down the squirming boy's pants and he holds back a moan, throwing his hand over his mouth.
"Hey." He puts his his lips to the church boy's ear.
"You can scream as loud as you want and your god still won't hear you." His fingers push into the boy who lets out a small strangled breath.
"Could you imagine? Your lord and savoir listening to you moan like a whore?"