𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵

"Bless me Lord," Jamie McKee. 36. 6'4". Priest. Virgin. Bi (no lean). Nsfw portrayal. Lewd oc. Has a small addiction to touching himself... "For I am going to Sin."

He's nervous, and it shows. He stutters a yes and thank you before stumbling into the house. Make yourself comfortable. He was three sweaters too thin for that. Still, he stuffed himself into the corner of a couch and smiled. "... How are you?"

Hmm... Okay. Drawing stars and swirls all over. Aaand a mustache.

Throwing uncapped pens at him

Punch that one cop in the dick

OH COME ON

Hand hanging in the air, the priest couldn't keep his jaw from going slack as he looked the man up and down. His face was bright pink and his eyes practically glued to the man's thighs. "Hi—. Hello, Murphy."

He's there, a cross-bag pulled to the front, one hand digging into the fabric as he raises the other to knock. He's nervous.

Worship in the bedroom

It takes two to tango. You could help me live a little —. Cross out the word and write a new one.

Well, that's. True. Unfortunately.

Give me ten minutes.

Is this outfit incognito enough

Someone told me I should do this

... when's a good time?

Oh... Hello

// IM STEALING THAT

Alright

It's official: he's tired of being a virgin