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Sermon on the Mount

by Mat Twassel

Copyright© 2024 by Mat Twassel

Flash Sex Story: After volleyball they go to the church for prayer and sex. Illustrated.

Caution: This Flash Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fiction   Anal Sex   Oral Sex   Illustrated   .

Still sweaty from volleyball they drove to the church and prayed. It was a short prayer.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked.

He was sitting in the front pew facing the altar, and she was sitting on him, his cock buried in her ass, her thighs resting on his thighs, her legs dangling to the outside, her feet not quite to the floor.

“I do,” he said solemnly. “You have the prettiest little cunt in creation.” His fingers fluttered across her clitoris, landing on the lips below. “Like angel’s wings,” he said, stroking gently through the juice. “They call these nether lips, but I call them angel wings. My little angel wings all fat and puffy and fun to play with.” His fingertip dipped into the hole. “That’s right, squeeze honey. Let me feel your squeeze. Oh, good. That’s it. Squeeze again. Mm. Soon I’ll touch your come-button and you’ll come. Won’t that be fun? Yes, honey, squeeze. Squeeze those angel lips around my finger. Squeeze your asshole on my cock. Squeeze, honey, squeeze. You’re good at this. Soon my finger will dance on your clit. Dance to beat the band. Know how many angels could dance on the head of your clit? Guess, honey. How many? One? Two? Three? Come on, guess for me. Guess and squeeze. No dancing till you guess.”

“Four,” she said in a small voice.

“Four what? Four frogs? Four pigs. Four devils in suede boots?”

“Angels,” she whispered.

“That’s right. Angels. And what are they doing?”

“Dancing.”

“That’s right. Dancing. And where are they dancing?”

“On my clit.”

“Yes, on your clit. On your sweet little clit. Dancing and dancing. Do you like their dance? Do you want to dance with them? Dance with them, sweetie. Dance with them dancing on your clit. Oh, darling, you’re coming now, aren’t you? Yes, you’re coming. I can feel you come. Come, my angel cunt, come.”

 
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