I was laying in bed this morning and I remembered my dream from that night. It pertained to my pastor from the church. I assume being a man of god that he is very strict in what he is allowed and what he is prohibited from doing. I do not know what it is but something about that white collar and black suit gets me really hot and bothered.
When I go to church on Sundays and I listen to his voice as he spouts this religious talk, I do not focus on the content of his words. I focus on the sound of his voice. I want to rip that collar off of him in front of the entire congregation, I want to straddle him and I want to ride that giant pulsating cock until I come all over in front of all to see. I want to fuck him in the house of god and play with his balls in front of all the old nosy people who point fingers at how naughty I am and show them the true colors of my passion.