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Sunday Best

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I can be a sweet proper pastors daughter, or I could be a dirty little slut that loves being fucked by wrinkly old cocks. Sunday, after church, a few of the higher members of our church came over for brunch, and I had my eyes set on Mr. Miller. Mr. Miller’s wife passed a few months ago, but even before that I could tell he wanted me just by the way he looked at me. I went to my room and sort of motioned for Mr. Miller to follow me. He listened, and when we were in my room I closed and locked the door. Mr. Miller questioned me, and I motioned for him to be quiet. I walked over to him on the bed and I straddled his lap. I started rubbing his already hard cock, and he tried to protest. I put my lips over his so that he couldn’t speak. It wasn’t long before I was telling him to shove his cock down my throat. He loved the way I talked so filthy! I took off my Sunday best, to reveal the crotch less lingerie I had wore underneath. I bent over the bed, and told him to stick his cock into my tight little teen pussy. He did as he was told, and started pounding into me. I had to bite my pillow to keep quite because all of the church people were downstairs. It gave me an adrenaline rush, and that alone made it fucking incredible. After a while, I reached back, and guided his cock to my little ass hole instead. He moved in and out at such a fast pace it was nearly impossible not to scream. He came in me as, but when he pulled out, he also pissed all over my back and hair. I fucking loved it!


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