“The kids are always spillin’ back here.”
“Well, I reckon I’ll be back next Sunday,” I told her. Xnxx com Imagine that, the prude could smile. “She’s got a wonderful case of fire crotch! None seemed to notice – or maybe they didn’t care, chalking it up to ‘God’ – that an invisible force pushed them to the side. “Let us thank God for sending his Ghost upon us,” the Reverend said, lifting his arms to the sky. Make me cum!”
I obliged her, slamming my cock into her delicious depths; the car rocked and creaked with the vigor of our fucking. He was an iron-faced man in black robes, his arms held high, leading them in song. “I’m lookin’ forward to the Holy Ghost cummin’ upon me again!” she purred, a twinkle in her hazel eyes. “Let us thank God for sending his Ghost upon us,” the Reverend said, lifting his arms to the sky.