You feel her warm breath against your ass. I'm doing everything I can to hold off my inevitable release, but, when I feel you gasp when her lips find ...our pussy, I can't hold back anymore. I cum hard, my hands gripping your hair and the bed sheet, straight down your throat. This is far too soon to be done, so I hold your head in my hands again and begin thrusting into your mouth with long, hard strokes to keep myself hard. As the woman's tongue finds your clit, you feel my dick return to it's. ."The speaker in front of these lines of unfilled pews was the high priestess of Merridan, Clara Fauxbright. Her gold and white raiment resplendently identified her as the leader of the holy church, but just as much so did other elements: her flaxen golden hair, curled neatly into a bun behind her head, which, loose, apparently reached down to her massive bosom. That charitable bosom had brought many a wayward soul to seek congregation. Atop it and upon her robes, a golden trinket jingled: a. "That sounded like a good exchange to me so I slowly worked my way down to her neck and then her chest. When I got to her breasts, I marveled at the size and color of the areola and nipples. Although her breasts were probably only average in size, they were creamy white and perfectly shaped. The ring around the nipple took up half the area and the beautiful pink nipple itself stood up almost an inch. When my mouth closed around it she gasped and pulled my head so tight into her chest I had. She jumped off the bunk, heading into the kitchen, to look at the clock. “It is…wow, noon.” Cynthia sat up, her bare feet on the cold floor, “I need a shower,” she said. Cynthia hastily grabbed a towel from her dresser, walking toward the shower. “Any plans for today?” “Well, I wanted to go to the store really quick. I wanna get it done ASAP, so do you mind if I shower with you?” she chuckled to herself. “That won’t work, but nice try,” Cynthia laughed at her bisexual roommate. “And don’t sneak.