My father had some friends from other towns that were men of the cloth as well. We went there one time for support. I was sooooooooo uncomfortable in the pew despite my trying to keep not how sexy and handsome the new preacher was out of my thoughts. When his service was over, we all started to mingle. I tried to avoid his gaze but every time he was watching me. I almost fainted when he spoke up and asked, “I wish you would join me after my last service.”
I smiled and brushed him off telling him I had plans but in the back of my mind I was laughing at the thought of me actually getting to fulfill my pussy’s desire to fuck this incredibly hot man. I declined politely but bent over when I did, letting my nice ass rub against his leg while I refastened my shoes.
Oh, god, that did it, everyone knows, preachers think sex is sinful, and I just knew this one would be no different. But he definitely wanted a little sin in his life so he can repent and feel alive.
After this, and his hard cock clearly showing through his pants, he readjusted his tie, and I know he was wondering how loose I really am? After all, he is not just a minister, but also a man, with needs. Call me hun so I can tell you the rest.
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