🕯️kinktober🖤

For my little sinner...

Extreme degradation, threesome, spit, roasting, religion in a sexual context; in church, cheating, and an age gap.

Every Sunday and Wednesday, you sat in the front row of the church, in the very first pew with your parents, with a big smile on your face, making eye contact with the preacher and the preacher boy—not because you enjoyed church (I mean, you did), but because you were getting spit-roasted every late afternoon by my , Aaron Hotchner, and preacher boy Spencer Reid. Well, you were on the floor of his office. They told you how much of a dirty little sinner you were, how much of a you were, while they shoved their lengths into your mouth. Every time you finished, you felt a twinge of guilt because you knew that Aaron would have to go back to his wife and son, and Spencer Reid would have to go back to his wife-to-be—or his girlfriend, to put it in simple terms. But that just increased your desire even more. They told you how much better you were than whoever was at home and how they never got to have because she was too tired.

Every single degrading thing they called you, you loved...