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My Wet Lips on Easter

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I was sitting in Church last Easter, and listening to the pastor preach about the fires of Hell, and the chance for resurrection. I realized that he was extremely hot, and his sermon was turning me on, perhaps because I was feeling so guilty and naughty. I looked around, and the old man next to me was asleep, and the old bag next to me might as well have been. I was thankful for the fact that I had not worn undies this morning, and so it was easy to casually put my hand into my Easter dress. I couldn't believe how wet my clit was! using two hands, moving into a circle, I began to stroke. The preacher rambled on about the gnashing of teeth, as I realized what he meant. I imagined him hanging on the cross with a big boner, and I was sucking him. It was all I could do to not scream with joy, because I got off so hard. My head was spinning, and then I heard the preacher say that he would see us next week, and He hoped that the Easter bunny had been nice. All I can say was that the Easter bunny was never nicer. When I walked out of the church, a little boy dropped a marble on the floor. He looked up my dress, and I made sure to give him a clear view of my ripe and wet snatch. When I got home, I thought about that little boy who was probably just old enough to jerk off, and I imagined his young firm cock, as he looked at himself in the mirror, and simulated having sex with me. I had a triple orgasm. I then cooked a boiled dinner, and read some of my favorite porno magazines. That was the best Easter ever!



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