“You fucking god it,” growled Mr. Price as he fucked her asshole hard. I loved it as his wife suckled on my cock. “My wife’s a whore! You’re a whore! Just got to fuck whores and harlots!”
“Amen,” I groaned, savoring the way Mrs. Price slobbered on my dick. She worshiped it with that hot mouth of hers. I groaned, the pressure in my balls swelling. I gripped the phone. “Just enjoy. Your wife’s going to make you happy!”
“Yes, yes, yes,” growled Mr. Prince as his wife loved my dick. She sucked cock with such wanton abandon. Bimbos held nothing back. “Sister! You got a tight fucking ass! Yes, yes, I love fucking your White ass with my big dick!”
“Me, toos!” squealed Sister Maria Evelyn. “I’m gonna have a big assy-cummy from being assy-fuckyed by you! Yay!”
It sounded like he was enjoying himself, hurtling toward his own climax. The pressure in my balls built and built as Mrs. Price worshiped me. She suckled on me with such a hot mouth. She nursed on me with all that she had. I groaned at the feel of her delicious mouth on mine. She swirled her tongue around my dick.
I rose toward that climax. I would have a huge eruption in the bimbo-wife’s mouth. She nursed on me, working her lips up and down my cock. Her coffee-brown cheeks hollowed as she loved my dick. She nursed on me with such passion.
Such wonder. It was amazing. My nuts twitched as Mr. Price growled louder. My bimbo-nun’s whimpers grew louder and louder. She rose toward her own climax. I loved her passion echoing through the church.
“Mistery Price!” gasped Sister Maria Evelyn. “My assyhole is all tingly and my pussy hole is all juicy and… and… Cummies!”
“Shit!” growled Mr. Price. His crotch slapped into her ass and he grunted.
He filled her asshole with cum. I smiled down at his bimbo-wife slurping on my cock. My nuts tightened. I gripped my phone, rising toward my own orgasm. This was so hot hearing the married man dumping his cum into a bimbo’s asshole. Mrs. Price suckled hard.
The pressure burst at the tip of my cock.
“Yes!” I groaned and erupted into her mouth. I flooded her with my cum. The salty jizz erupted from me. I groaned with each blast of jizz. It was just amazing to have all that pleasure sweeping through me. Stars flashed across my eyes. “Lord!”
I filled her mouth up with my cum. I grunted with each blast of spunk. My phone dinged in my hand as her husband panted. The pleasure crashed through me as I reveled in the dominance of my church. This was my cathedral.
Mine!
I pumped more and more cum into Mrs. Price’s mouth. The bimbofied woman swallowed my jizz. It was just such a wonderful moment. The pleasure swept through me. I groaned with each blast of spunk that erupted from my cock. I shuddered, savoring that heat.
It was a wonderful bliss. She nursed out the last of my cum. I panted, hearing Mr. Price groaning with his own satisfaction. I glanced at my screen to read the notification I just got from the Bimbo App. It was a familiar one.
Anal Nun satiated parishioner! 1 Faith Crystal earned!
Now I had 33 Faith Crystals. I glanced down at the whore sucking on my dick. “Go suck your husband’s dick clean of the nun’s ass.”
The bimbofied harlot ripped her mouth off my cock and squealed, “Okey-dokey! Honey-bunny! I’m gonna sucky your dickie clean like a goody wife!”
“You better, you fucking tramp!” Mr Price roared. “How many men have you cheated on me with?”
“Um…” She paused and started ticking off on her hand. “My boss. My neighbor. That hottie guy in the account… the accounty… the mathie department. Um, the plumber. Those four guys while on the busy trip.” She kept ticking on the fingers of her right hand as her husband watched in shock. She had named off maybe twenty or so guys. “Five! Fivey times!”
“Fucking dumb bimbo whore,” growled her husband. “Get over her and suck my dick clean of the nun’s asshole!”
“Yay!” she squealed and reached him. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed his cock. She took him into her mouth and nursed on him with such happiness. she suckled on him with all that she had, her rump-shaking at me. Her thick bush dripped with juices, but…
She was a whore. Four men at the same time. Lord, she was utterly lost to sin. Now she was a bimbo-harlot. She would serve the Lord by being a vessel for men to satiate their urges without violating their marriages. Without it being a sin.
A church-prostitute.
I moved toward her and dropped to my knees. My pale cock slapped between her dark butt-cheeks. Her husband watched me, gripping the sides of his wife’s head. He fucked her mouth. He rammed his cock in and out of her.
“That’s right,” he growled. “I never cheated on you. I fucking was tempted, but I was faithful. Four men at once? You disgusting harlot. That’s right. Suck my dick clean with that whore-mouth!”
“Amen,” I groaned and pressed my cock against her asshole. “She’s definitely done anal before.”
I thrust into her asshole. She moaned around her husband’s dick. The bimbo-nuns watched on. Well, Sister Bethany Anne buried her face into Sister Evelyn Maria’s butt-crack to lick the cum out of her asshole, but the other two watched. I loved it as Mrs. Price’s whoreish sphincter widened.
She swallowed my cock. I sank into her bowels, reveling in being in her. It felt so good to penetrate her. I groaned, savoring that delight. Her bowels devoured my dick. I groaned as I sank deeper and deeper into her bowels.
She suckled hard on her husband’s cock, slurping on him as I bottomed out in her asshole. I went to the hilt in her, loving this moment. She felt so good around me. Just so amazing. I smiled from ear to ear, loving her bowels around me.
My dick throbbed in her anal sheath. She wiggled her hips, stirring her hot sheath around my cock. It was just a wonderful thrill to feel that. To experience her bowels while she blew her husband. He fucked her mouth.
“Fucking harlot,” he snarled. “That’s it! Polish my dick clean!”
“Yes,” I growled and drew back my cock. She squeezed her anal sheath down around me. “Lord!”
I loved the velvety grip around my dick. I buried back into her bowels. I fucked her hard and fast, loving the feel of her around me. She had such a wonderfully tight anal sheath. She held me with her bowels, massaging me as I fucked in and out of her.
I pounded her bowels hard, loving the way that her velvety sheath gripped me. She held me tight as I fucked to the hilt in her. I pounded her with all that I had. It was just an amazing moment. I grunted and groaned, feeling so good.
Her husband pounded her mouth while I hammered her asshole. The bimbo-slut moaned, spit-roasted between us. Her butt-cheeks jiggled as I buried in her again and again. I fucked her with all that I had. She squeezed her bowels down on me.
She held me tight as I plowed into her again and again. I fucked her with such force. It was just an amazing delight to bury into her bowels with all that I had. I rammed into her, reveling in this heat. It was fantastic.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, my passion echoing through the church.
“Fucking slut!” growled Mr. Price, such anger on his face. “You can take all my cock, can’t you? Deep-throating whore!”
He slammed hard into her. She gurgled, her asshole squeezing tight on my thrusting dick. Then her husband slipped down her throat. He buried his cock to the hilt in her. She moaned so happily. Bimbo-sluts loved having naughty things done to them. I pumped away at her asshole as he drew back.
He slammed back down her mouth, his nuts lapping into her chin. She gurgled and moaned, her hips wiggling happily as I ass-fucked her. She stirred her bowels around my dick. I loved it. I fucked her hard and fast.
“That’s it,” growled Mr. Price. “I’m going to dump my cum down your whore-throat!”
“Do it,” I groaned, savoring that hot asshole. “Your wife proved she’s a whore! Use her! Don’t hold back!”
“Yes!” he growled and fucked her hard and fast.
I buried into her hot bowels, reveling in the heat of her asshole massaging my dick. I shuddered, loving the velvety treat. The pressure swelled in my nuts as I ass-fucked her while her husband mouth-fucked her. He grunted as he buried down her throat.
She moaned, her asshole gripping my dick. She felt so good around my cock. I hurtled toward that moment when I would cum in her bowels. Just flood her asshole with all that I had. I pounded her with force. I fucked her hard and fast, reveling in the feel of her anal sheath around my dick. That was a spectacular grip. She held me tight as I hammered her. I fucked her with passion.
“Yes!” he growled. “You damned harlot, Donna! I loved you! Cared for you! Now… Now… You’re my whore!”
He buried to the hilt down her throat and erupted.
He spilled his cum straight to the harlot’s belly. She squealed in delight anyways as my dick buried into her asshole. Her hot bowels writhed around me. She gripped me with her bowels. It was glorious to have her massaging me like that.
I loved it. I savored it. This heat swelled in me. I groaned, rising toward that moment when I would cum in her. Just flood her with all that I had. I savored it as I fucked her asshole hard and fast. I buried into her bowels.
“Lord!” I groaned.
I erupted into the slut’s convulsing asshole. Her bowels rippled around me. She nursed at me with all that she had. It was an incredible moment. A wondrous one. I groaned as her anal sheath spasmed around me. It was spectacular as she suckled at me.
I dumped my cum into her as her husband did the same. He grunted and panted, down with his eruption, but I still had more to give the bimbo-harlot. I filled her asshole up with all my cum. I felt so good about it, too.
Just so damned amazing.
The pleasure rippled through me. I suckled in a deep breath, my mind buzzing with delight. It was such a good moment. I was thrilled to have all this pleasure sweeping through me. I sucked in a deep breath. It was glorious. A wave of heat rushed through me.
“Lord,” I groaned as my phone beeped.
I rose, my collar so tight. I pulled my phone out of my pants. They were bunched around my knees. I glanced at the screen and read the notification, Shared a Bimbo Harlot with her husband! 2 Faith Crystal earned! I was up to 35 Faith Crystals.
“Father!” gasped a woman.
I spun around to find Rebecca Obermeyer standing there in shock, her auburn hair falling around her round face. She was in her mid-thirties, her green eyes sparkling. Her cheeks burned bright red as she quivered beside her husband. Tim, one of the men from the prayer group, had brought his wife.
“Have you ever cheated on your husband?” I demanded of the shocked Mrs. Obermeyer.
“What?” the woman gasped. “No? What is going on, Father? What is–”
“Sister Bethany Anne, eat out Mrs. Obermeyer’s cunt,” I ordered. “Tim, why don’t you share Ryan’s wife with him?”
“Sure, Father,” Tim said, leaving his startled wife.