That's The Wrong Hole, Father. (Mariam’s dream) 2
Mariam’s intensive moans continue sending sexual tensions down to Father Abel's crotch. Her soft voice sounded so real that he almost thought that she was awake and she could see him sucking my perky peach colored nipples, but Mariam was still fast asleep. In her dream, she was laying on the bed as she watched Father Abel climb closely onto the bed with his black robe slightly opened. She looked up at him shyly and gently sucked on her lips when she saw that his eyes were glued on her full lips. “Father, come closer,” Mariam called out slowly, looking at Father Abel with her seductive brown eyes. “No, Mariam. I can't, ” He replied trying to gain his conscience but the pleasure was still slipping. He can't fuck her, he can't. Mariam watched the Father Abel in her dream suddenly fade away and she instantly jolted awake and screamed out, “No Father Abel, don’t leave, ” Father Abel, who was about to leave after putting her clothes back in place, stopped in his tracks. Wa