My name is Ahinoa, I'm a religious girl. And I'm bad, very bad. Every day I pray with my family and every Sunday we go t

My name is Ahinoa, I'm a religious girl. And I'm bad, very bad. Every day I pray with my family and every Sunday we go to Mass to pray to God. But for four years, when I was eleven.... I started playing. Yes, I'm a dirty sinner so I find it hard to look myself in the face, but the worst thing was that day. I was at a sleepover with some friends, I was demure while they... They had short pajamas, they always told me I had to let go more. When the Amfitriona's brother went partying, we were left alone, her parents were away. We told each other secrets, we made braids, but when they talked about boys, I got troubled, I decided to go to the kitchen to go get a glass of water. -Quiet prude, we call you when we leave the theme of THE FOLLAR! – they said them while they were praying. I was worried about the souls of my friends, they are good girls, but... I didn't want them to burn in hell for... their low passions. Unfortunately for me, I was the worst of them all. To go to the kitchen, I had to stop by the room of my friend's brother, a 20-year-old boy studying at a nearby university. Unconsciously, I touched the doorknob, shaking and with my heart beating, I opened the door. The smell of the room was strong, but... awoke something in me. The room was messy there was a garment that attracted my attention and that was lying on the floor, some underpants. Shaking I took the garment and looked at it, olian strong and I caressed the front of that garment. Where your thing... touched the cloth. My crotch was burning, I tried to keep him from reciting a few prayers, but nothing. He needed to touch me. I decided to take off my clothes, unfortunately mine, I have a big, firm chest, a chest that encourages a lot of boys to sin, my legs are strong so hard to run, run so as not to think about... That. Another thing that incited sin was my ass, everyone told me ordinarces of him. As I approached bed, I stepped on a wrapper, picking it up, saw that it was an un opened condom. I was told it was so that the seed would not germinate in the woman's womb, not allow those children to be born, I thought it was sad, but as I played it excited me, I opened it. Curious, I wrapped two fingers in the condom, it looked viscous and olia weird. I got into bed, in that bed where my friend's brother slept, while I could hear that boy's underpants, my fingers holstered in that condom caressed my closed hairy shell, stroking her, I stroked my breasts with the boy's intimate garment as I slowly penetrated with that rubber. In my imagination, I watched that boy, opening my legs, looking at me with love, sinking his flesh into my flesh, both fulfilling our duty to perpetuate our species. My fingers ran inside as I pinched my nipples, unclean groans coming out of my lips. I was sickled, but that was so good. As I sinned, I prayed, prayed for my corrupt soul, imagined myself in hell bound by hands and open-legged, offering me the demons who possess me like a piece of flesh that only serves to satisfy the low instincts. And the worst part is that that thought excited me more, I pinched myself and rubbed harder until my insides exploded. I was so tired I fell asleep. I was woken up by my friends, who would say to each other "and look silly the girl" "Why don't we let her sleep and see if your brother catches her and fucks her" I started crying, I gave up on the pleasure in a man's bed like a vulgar whore, my friend comforted me that it was normal for me to make a finger. But he also tempted me, tempted me by telling me that he could offer my flesh to his brother.