I became so frustrated by his love making and wanted to be roughed up and marathon fucked. He grabbed a towel from his filing cabinet but did not give it to me. The confessional box was on the right so I hoped they would not be able to hear me but when they rose and left after their prayer I felt much better. I matched his rhythm until I felt him push me back onto his chair. He began to kiss my neck as his hands stroked my body like a cello. Instead he made me lay on my back and open my legs so he could watch my pussy filled with his cum. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and placed his hands firmly on the armrest as he nuzzled his head at my entrance. I looked around and with no one in the church I slipped behind the door to plead my case.
