Carey was fully aware of her panties pushing against her clit. Pussy juice started to dampen the cotton underware. Dammit! she swore. Carey picked up her pace, then slowed it again, trying to stop the swell of her cunt. Images no catholic girl should have filled her mind. Angry, she shoved them out. What kindof whore was she?
Up ahead the image of St. Michaels Catholic Church loomed. "..Thank God".. muttered Carey, ajusting her purse and trying to ignore the tingle between her legs. She walked up the steps and opened one of the huge stain glass doors. The inside of the church stoo...
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