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I loved rubbing my body over his nakedness, feeling his limp cock on my wet cunt…knowing I was the cause of putting it to sleep. I reached and felt his balls and thought of seeing him alone. It was erotic to think of our ‘secret’ time without Becky sharing. I was under his ‘Spell.’ The next day couldn’t come soon enough. The motel was walking distance from school and I walked there as soon as class was over, knocking on the room he had indicated. . I was filled with religious fervor as I knocked on the motel door. This time, like the first time between us, we were to be alone and I wondered about it…was aroused by the thoughts of it…all day at school. I had dressed…underdressed…for the occasion. I was already trembling in anticipation because Father Daniel was a relentless sexual being…he would never get tired while fucking me and would pound away until I was shaking and lifting and crying…he would lick the tears from my cheeks while, even then, still finishing me off with extra strokes. Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my breath I would reach between amateur us and stroke him as he would gradually go soft. This was a religious experience for me. I knocked on the door, it cum opened and I entered. There was my handsome priest in his seductive robe…the cross dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered: “You’re a special girl, Phyllis. Are you ready for your surprise?” ‘Surprise?’ I thought. It was quiet in the room and I held on, wondering. “The Gospel of John reports ‘Jesus wept.’” he said and I waited for my surprise. “You make me weep sometimes,” he said. “We have a divine intervention every time we fuck…it’s like my cock gets hard just thinking of you and your body and your cunt.” “That’s not a nice word, Father,” I teased. “Nice isn’t the word,” he said, “divine is more like it and when it’s your ‘cunt’ my cock is in desperate need. And I’m oral not the only one who feels that way.” I’m not the only one I thought? What does he mean and I hugged him tight, his cross pressing against my breasts, feeling his hard cock against my body. I wanted him just then and whispered: “My little ‘cunt’ wants you to relieve teen it Hardcore of its tensions, Father. What is my surprise you dirty man?” Just then the bathroom door opened and I looked to see another man of the cloth emerge. His smile was huge and lecherous! "No . . ." "You know what? She watched her uncle at work Hardcore and was impressed by his hard work and strength. My primary job was to stay out of their way. I don’t understand. Come and eat your cream pie.” She spread amateur her legs wide for cum him as he tore off his clothes and climbed up on the bed. Though I had a feeling she teen would be keeping a close eye on oral the event, her pussy soaking wet as she thought about getting fucked by me. Ryan laughed saying that no one in his family would be upset. Anju became conscious of this. Some of the regulars—the more conscious ones—knew there was a game being played. Less than three minutes later, there was a crushing thud then both males stopped. “I’m just wondering why that Ardeni shit gets to give me orders. I made them use condoms, got myself checked regularly, and, as I said, I've been lucky.”