I thought about how I might cream. She screamed and cried, stretching her upper body over the pulpit, trying to get away from the pain. Her entire crack was pink, rubbed raw I had assumed. I could see her ribs under her tiny tits. I ushered her into the church, making sure no one saw us. She figured anal would feel great, even though her anal nerves were rubbed raw from her constant wiping. “Thanks, God!” I shouted back in my normal voice. The best part about having sex in a church is that you can confess the crime as it is taking place. I watched her just stay there, slumped over the altar like a puppet. A moment later I felt her o-ring give way, and my purple-helmeted warrior broke through the defenses. “It’s lubricated. The Catholic church on campus gave two sermons a day: one in the morning and one at night. I figured since she was bulimic I might make her swallow my cum, just to piss her off. Hell, she’d never even seen
