Church Slut

 

 

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I grew up in a religious household, and Sunday service was a must every weekend. I did all the activities and even made friends. As time progressed, I wanted to go less to church and go out more and completely rebel. The thing is that my strict parents would not allow me to do so. I took matters into my own hand and began to be a slut in church. I had my way with all the boys my age and even older. The ultimate dark fun I had was with the pastor. He was notorious for looking at porn during the sermon and stroking his cock to youngins.

One day I slipped to his office and wanted to see how wicked he truly was. The perfect blasphemy phone sex fantasy would not even top what we did that afternoon. I was his church slut forever. I let him rub my tiny holes and let him stick his crucifix in my ass and pussy. I loved feeling him masturbating me. He made me pray for wicked sex for eternity. I did as he asked because that’s all that I care about.

Amen

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