“Oh, Sweet Jesus, yes! Xxx I knelt before her, pushing up her skirt and scooching between her legs. I’ll be here every Sunday, enjoyin’ that sweet cooch!”
To be continued… The Holy Ghost is fillin’ me up! She reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. My lips were wrapped around her nub, sucking on her clit as she fucked my face. “Fill me up more!” she moaned, so I obliged her by slipping a second finger inside her. As I pulled out of her, she smiled happily, pulling on her panties, then rolled down the windows. “You got one nice cooch, sweetness!”
“Fuck me, Ghost!” she moaned. “Sweet Jesus, thank you!”
I chuckled; I liked to think of myself as a ghost since I sold my soul for the power of invisibility, but I definitely wasn’t holy.
