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My cheeks beneath the Lycra skirt resembled two juicy plums. The seam up the back was pulled to capacity. My ass would break out of jail free any minute. The visage of me bending over with the loose fitting sweater in pink cashmere did not help your situation. Your pants bone knocked at the door of your zipper. Glad handing with the lines of people in the greeting line you could not wait to touch a piece of my skin.

Of course the moment your hands connected with the warm, smooth flesh of mine you excused yourself “to pray” to that ceramic god with your masturbation phone sex dick in your hand. You fought off the urge to fuck me immediately. You didn’t think I’d be back the next week given my sordid reputation, but every Sunday there I sat in the pew with my glazed eyes locked on your lips.

So when we ended up in your office that Wednesday after bible study I thoroughly wanted you to place your tongue where you had it. We pushed my skirt up over my hips after sharing a deeply impassioned kiss. You remarked at how my masturbation phone sex cunt wept for your golden tongue. You sliced into my slit with the tongue that graces the congregation and immediately my petals exuded enormous amounts of dew. Looking up at me from between my parted thighs your eyes lit up as you savored my flavor. And then you stood to reveal the enormous rod in your pants. You were inside me with it very quickly.

Fire and brimstone flashed before my eyes as the pleasure flooded my womanhood. You sawed in an out of my pussy–pistoning harder and harder. The sloshing of juices made dancing dollops of fluid all over the oak of your desk. Fuck, your masturbation phone sex sinning felt so good deep inside my cunt. I couldn’t stop cumming.

And then the door opened and your wife walked in. She saw your ass pumping the piston that is your penis in and out of my whore pussy. She even called me a whore as she stormed out…

And so how does a minister get his wife to take the cock that soaked in the whore’s juice? I don’t know maybe that’s something you and I can flesh out together during our masturbation phone sex call.