Marie Stephenson

between his legs, clearly enjoying her work. Her warm, bare breast caressed the pastor's thighs as she moved, heightening his pleasure. "It's rare to find one so willing to please," thought the pastor. Her tongue was flickering on the head of his penis like a big, red butterfly while her hand lightly cupped his balls. "Yeah, this one was truly a blessing." Her head plunged down on his dick, smothering it in sweet warmth; the feeling radiated throughout his entire pelvis. Slowly she withdrew, the air cooling her warm saliva. Her tongue was doing a hula dance under the head of his penis as the vacuum of her mouth made maddeningly delicious sucking sounds. Pastor Billy peeled his eyes to look down, seeing only the top of her head lazily bobbing like an oil derrick; no quizzical eyes seeking