Bratty Futa Priest

By Amanda Strom

Sarah had a really, really rough day until she met a feisty futa in a priest's uniform who punished Sarah for her sins right in the church with her big throbbing rod!

This is a 4k word standalone erotica story. For adult eyes only. All characters are over eighteen, no characters are related by blood and everybody signs a consent form before participating in super-steamy and depraved sexual acts.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amanda Strom
• Release date: Jan 28, 2024
• ISBN: 9798215019443

Amanda Strom

Amanda is into pretty vanilla stuff: futa-on-futa breeding, futa-on-female impregnation, futa-on-everything-that-moves depravity and many other perfectly normal things. If you are excited about everything vanilla and normal, Amanda's books are for you!FUTA | BREEDING | FUTA | IMPREGNATION | FUTA | DOMINATION | [e-mail]

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Bratty Futa Priest

Confessing Her Throbbing Secret

Amanda Strom

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Bratty Futa Priest

The icy rain stung Sarah's cheeks as she trudged down the empty street. Heartbreak had carved a hollow void in her chest, raw and aching. She craved escape from the bleakness threatening to consume her in this desolate city.

She pushed open the door of a liquor store, the scent of alcohol hitting her like a wave. With shaking fingers, she grabbed a bottle of whiskey off the shelf. She didn't care about the cost. She didn't care about anything anymore. She just wanted to fade into sweet oblivion.

The cashier eyed her warily. Rough day, huh?

Sarah shrugged, sliding bills across the counter.

Want me to call you a cab? His gaze lingered on her tear-stained face.

I'm fine. Her voice sounded hollow even to her own ears. She clutched the whiskey close