The Slutty Deaconess

The juices in her cunt gushed. Her body throbbed. She sucked her son's erect heatedly, rubbing her fingers across her button and between her slithering cuntlips. Good God! She knew it was a sin. She knew it. But she couldn't cease with her son's honey, unfermented body piercing her angle cried out for satisfaction.

No man had ever eaten her quite so well or so thoroughly or had seemed to enjoy the feast quite so much.

Marcella Plummer, first deaconess of the Church of Holy and Mysterious Revelation was on a mission to search of a site for a new congregation assigned by her pastor, Thaddeus Polk.
In her series of somewhat fortunate events, she met a married middle-aged farmer who freely yanked hard on her spongy pillows and squeezed them, crushing her plushy, moist snatch against his mouth. He shamelessly sucked and tongued her tangy-tasting cunt.

The Lord had never told her she should dislike what she did at His direction.