On the pulpit, Pastor Damian bowed his head as if to pray. Everyone closed their eyes except him. He leaned downwards, hurriedly looked at the crowd, and saw diverse panties worn by women. There were bikinis, thongs, G-strings, and boy-shorts. Older women’s underwear was dirty and wrinkled like their skin. Young women kept theirs clean and ironed. The revelation made him lick his tongue lustily.

Frankly, young ladies didn’t know how to sit properly. They preferred mini skirts and dresses. Some forgot they were in a holy place and opened their legs carelessly. The pulpit was now a point of temptation—not a point of rescue. To his shock, Damian realized that a few girls bothered to wear no underwear in the first place. They were the ones who generally kept their legs apart. Whenever their pussies got uncovered, he would lose his track of thoughts.

Glimpsing a vagina made Damian’s dick straighten up. On occasions like this, he hardly walked away from the pulpit curtain’s cover. Once his penis fell back to sleep, he freely moved.

Twenty-six year old Damian was handsome like Brad Pitt. A number of girls crushed on him. Funnily, they masturbated inside the church while gazing at him. They put their hands on their cunts and rubbed energetically. As soon as they were close to achieving an orgasm, they would hurriedly pull back and breathe out deeply. The pews every time got wet with their pussy cum.

One afternoon, while moving past the seated crowd, a blond named Violet straightened out her hand and caressed his thigh. He did not take the trouble to glance down at her. He kept on moving until he had reached the pulpit. When he looked behind, she winked at him and caressed her naked clit. With this finished, her eyes slid back to him, and she smiled joyously.

Damian found it challenging to deliver a sermon if Violet placed her ass on any of the front benches. She was attractive—exactly the way he wished his woman to be. Her eyes were blue like the Mediterranean Sea; blue like the Nile lily. Every time he stared at them, she would stroke her boobs carefully, unbuttoning whatever fashion of blouse she was putting on. Damian’s breath fled the instant she worked out this. What was he going to do with her? His dick got harder than a stone.

Emma had a large ass built in the likeness of an apple. Hers was a flawless curve. She didn’t wear minis. She preferred tight dresses, those that squeezed her skin from her breasts down to her knees. Her boobs were huge than her hips. The truth was she had an ugly face but an irresistible body. Her smile scared the hell out of him. She looked like a demon seeking to seduce him to his death. If she danced, her body would swing in breathtaking styles he could not contend with. Her motions made him drench his pants with fresh cum.

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PASTOR DAMIAN’S ERECTION IN THE CHURCH

On the pulpit, Pastor Damian bowed his head as if to pray. Everyone closed their eyes except him. He leaned downwards, hurriedly looked at the crowd, and saw diverse panties worn by women. There were bikinis, thongs, G-strings, and boy-shorts. Older women’s underwear was dirty and wrinkled like their skin. Young women kept theirs clean and ironed. The revelation made him lick his tongue lustily.

Frankly, young ladies didn’t know how to sit properly. They preferred mini skirts and dresses. Some forgot they were in a holy place and opened their legs carelessly. The pulpit was now a point of temptation—not a point of rescue. To his shock, Damian realized that a few girls bothered to wear no underwear in the first place. They were the ones who generally kept their legs apart. Whenever their pussies got uncovered, he would lose his track of thoughts.

Glimpsing a vagina made Damian’s dick straighten up. On occasions like this, he hardly walked away from the pulpit curtain’s cover. Once his penis fell back to sleep, he freely moved.

Twenty-six year old Damian was handsome like Brad Pitt. A number of girls crushed on him. Funnily, they masturbated inside the church while gazing at him. They put their hands on their cunts and rubbed energetically. As soon as they were close to achieving an orgasm, they would hurriedly pull back and breathe out deeply. The pews every time got wet with their pussy cum.

One afternoon, while moving past the seated crowd, a blond named Violet straightened out her hand and caressed his thigh. He did not take the trouble to glance down at her. He kept on moving until he had reached the pulpit. When he looked behind, she winked at him and caressed her naked clit. With this finished, her eyes slid back to him, and she smiled joyously.

Damian found it challenging to deliver a sermon if Violet placed her ass on any of the front benches. She was attractive—exactly the way he wished his woman to be. Her eyes were blue like the Mediterranean Sea; blue like the Nile lily. Every time he stared at them, she would stroke her boobs carefully, unbuttoning whatever fashion of blouse she was putting on. Damian’s breath fled the instant she worked out this. What was he going to do with her? His dick got harder than a stone.

Emma had a large ass built in the likeness of an apple. Hers was a flawless curve. She didn’t wear minis. She preferred tight dresses, those that squeezed her skin from her breasts down to her knees. Her boobs were huge than her hips. The truth was she had an ugly face but an irresistible body. Her smile scared the hell out of him. She looked like a demon seeking to seduce him to his death. If she danced, her body would swing in breathtaking styles he could not contend with. Her motions made him drench his pants with fresh cum.