Margaret, a brunette with long, messy hair, found herself alone in the church one evening. The dimly lit space was peaceful, and she couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down her spine as she walked down the aisle. She was dressed in a tight-fitting fishnet dress, the kind she knew drove men wild.
As she reached the pulpit, she noticed a figure in the back of the church. It was James, a man she’d been flirting with for weeks. He was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Margaret’s heart raced as she watched him approach.
“I didn’t take you for a churchgoer,” James said, a smirk on his face.
“I’m not,” Margaret replied, her voice low and sultry. “I just came here to clear my head.”
James stepped closer, his eyes locked on Margaret’s. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and she knew what was coming next.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. Margaret responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth. James’s hands wandered down her body, cupping her ass and pulling her closer.
Margaret could feel James’s hardness pressing against her, and she knew she wanted him. She reached down, rubbing his cock through his pants. James groaned, his hips thrusting forward.
Without breaking their kiss, James lifted Margaret’s dress, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He stroked her clit, teasing her until she was begging for more.
“Please,” Margaret whispered, her voice husky with desire.
James didn’t need any more encouragement. He dropped to his knees, his tongue exploring Margaret’s folds. She moaned, her hands gripping the pulpit for support.
James’s fingers joined his tongue, thrusting in and out of Margaret’s pussy. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her moans getting louder and louder.
But James wasn’t done yet. He stood up, his cock out and ready. Margaret wrapped her legs around his waist, guiding him inside her.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. James’s thrusts were hard and deep, each one pushing Margaret closer to the edge.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Margaret cried out, her orgasm crashing over her.
James followed soon after, his cum filling Margaret’s pussy. They stayed there for a moment, their bodies entwined, before finally pulling apart.
Margaret adjusted her dress, a satisfied smile on her face. She looked at James, her eyes filled with desire.
“I’ll see you again,” she said, before walking away.
James watched her go, his cock already hard again. He knew he’d be back for more.
