They kissed again before he took her back to his office and locked the door. He held onto her lower back, leaning her back to lift her breast to his mouth. It was Wednesday evening and her local church was having a special service to address survivor victims. Was this godly man’s prick thicker and bigger than she was used to? His balls clenched and tightened. His fingers moved between her legs and curled up deep into her moist entrance. Her soft tongue sends shivers down his spine. “Talitha, I am going to cum!” He howled releasing a stream of white cream, pent up from a decade of chastity, into this girl’s welcoming and wanting mouth. “Ahhh yes, Father, ohhh.” She cooed. I am sorry,” she screams. She shifted her hips forward giving him more access to finger-bang her. Talitha was electrified by his skin-to-skin embrace of her breast. “What do you want, Talitha?” The priest says. My daddy was always adamant that he was just working. I was in shock because I was so much smaller than he was.
