through the stained glass, moonlight paints the chapel dim reds & blues. they kneel between your legs as if in prayer, pressing soft kisses up your thigh, knot grinding slick against you. "gonna stretch you wide. fill you so full the good lord himself will hear you call my name."
"no one will ever love you like i do." the words are soft, almost sweet, juxtaposed to way their nails sink into your skin, the way their lips press too hard against yours, like they’re claiming you. "say you love me," they whisper. "say it again."