Andrea looked at the people in the pews. They had all reached into their clothing, under their skirts or through their flies. Women moved their hands between their legs, the skirts of their gowns awkwardly bunching up. The men stroked themselves.
So many people pleasuring themselves was finally too much for Andrea. She hurtled into orgasm. Lowering her naked breasts onto the groom's bare chest, she closed her eyes.
The groom groaned and grunted, emptying himself into her.
Throughout the nave, people reached orgasm. Moans and grunts and sighs echoed through the hall. Opening her eyes, Andrea saw p*****s dripping with semen and pink c********s protruding from wet labia. Carl and Emmy, on either side of the bridal bed, caressed themselves rapidly.
“The masks!” Father Matthew called. He, t
