Church service wrapped in a haze of incense and organ music. I sat primly in my long white saintly dress, legs pressed tightly together, but my mind was anything but holy. Liam’s sermon on resisting temptation felt like it was aimed straight at me. His deep voice and occasional heated glances across the pews kept my p***y throbbing with the memory of his c*m still inside me.
Afterward, while the choir rehearsed, Ryan’s father Richard slipped away “to handle some church business.” Curiosity got the better of me. I wandered toward the back rooms and found a slightly ajar vestry door.
Inside, Richard had a young chorister — pretty, brunette Emily — bent over a table, her white robe bunched around her waist. He was f*****g her hard from behind, his thick c**k slamming into her with wet, obsc
