My seed erupted within her mouth. An angel in silks and satins. An angel in silks and satins. “With great ease,” I exclaimed, “Why you fit me like a well worn glove, so do me the courtesy of relaxing and giving your emotions full reign.”
“I thought your member would be huge like the Reverend’s,” she explained, “He near splits me in half when he enters my passage.”
“Oh wonderful, belittle me why don’t you?” I cursed. “You forget yourself sir,” I snapped, “Did not the Lord state all men are equal?”
“Men My Lord,” the Reverend replied, “Not stupid girls.”
She sat on the table and slowly, nervously, raised her smock. “Not until the afternoon,” she suggested, “You may take your pleasure again if you will.”
“Perhaps that would be taking advantage?” I suggested. “Wash your filthy mouth,” I commanded. Green’s cock was like a walnut, Hassocks like a pork sausage with bollocks like snooker balls.
