“Clean it up, slut. I loved it. His every stroke brought me closer and closer. Did you soak your panties?” His shirt slid off and then his belt rustled. I guess his dick was sensitive. I bit my lip, my right hand squeezing a large tit. And then he would read the next words. How he made me gasp and shudder. I shuddered, rubbing my hot flesh through the cotton. One door led out to our baptismal pool to the right of the pulpit, the other to the office hallways. The table creaked beneath me as I writhed. “Shit, you need to clean up. Amazing. “Hebrews 13:4.” He gazed out at the crowd. My daddy looked down on me with contempt. Tingles ran through my body. His every caress made me moan louder and louder. I thought I might have, but he didn’t say anything. I put on my smile, pretending to be the good preacher’s daughter while my panties were still wet from my naughty activities. He smiled, his eyes flicking down to my bodice. The table’s edge banged into the wall as it rocked beneath me. “And you’re sure?”
I nodded. I could make out his chest hairs, my eyes adjusted enough to see his face, his eyes.
