He wouldn’t lie
He loved the thought of her in church
The priest delivering a fire and brimstone sermon
As she thought of him
Replaying the words he had given her
His instructions
A blush stealing across her features
As her imagination ran wild
And her arousal began to build
Yes, he delighted in imagining her
Kneeling in church
Head bowed
Hands clasped together
Penitent
And knickerless…
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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2015
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