ihavesex

I once took a girlfriend of mine home for Easter to meet my parents. As was the tradition, on Sunday morning we all dressed up and went to church. This didn’t seem like a bad idea at first, but once I was there I remembered how interminable Protestant sermons can be. Two hours into the preaching, my girlfriend and I were bored out of our minds. We eye coded each other and discreetly slipped out of the sanctuary. In the empty hallway, we started making out. I got her more and more excited, while also telling her how bad it was that we were even thinking about this in a church. This is bad, I told her as I led her upstairs, to a locked room which was used for Youth Group on Wednesdays, but was currently deserted. Fortunately, as a former trusted and faithful member of the congregation, I had a key. i unlocked the door, and led her to a couch in the back of the room. We started making out again, and the clothes startedcoming off. I kept up with the guilty talk and physical escalation until I was inside her. While I fucked her, I told her how bad it was that she was getting fucked in a church, that we were having sex right above the sanctuary. She started to scream in guilty pleasure as I fucked her mercilessly. More quickly than I had ever seen her do it before, she had attained the Continuously Orgasmic State, alternating between powerful orgasms and a level of pleasure just below orgasm. Fortunately, the congregation had taken to singing hymns, so her screams were drowned in their collective voice. To the chorus of the faithful, I slung her legs over my shoulders, shuddered, and roared and I unloaded deep into her pussy.