I’m literally old enough to be my bull’s mother, but I would..
🕑 Added 2022-02-05 16:09:31 +0000 UTC
I’m literally old enough to be my bull’s mother, but I would pretty much spread my legs for him when and wherever he wanted.
In fact, sometimes during Sunday church services I fantasize about sneaking out during the sermon I’m pretending to listen to to lay on my back and open my legs for him on the sofa in the foyer of the ladies lounge.
In my fantasy, after I’ve hiked my skirt and pulled my panties to the side, our pastor’s wife walks in on us. But my bull is way to horny to give a fuck and continues to take my pussy as though she’s not even there. Gladys, shocked by our primal mating, stops cold in her tracks. From her vantage, the frigid preacher’s wife has the perfect view of his thick alpha penis plunging in and out of my cheating cunt. I lock eyes with her for a brief instant before the next animalistic thrust causes them to roll back into my head.
No longer having any reason to muffle my female sounds, I begin to moan in only the way a sexy little does when she’s getting her God-given needs fulfilled.
Gladys, not wanting scandal casting a pall over her husband’s house of worship, leans her ample figure into the door to prevent any others from entering to the visage of such wicked carnal delights.
Shortly thereafter, no longer able to resist the ministrations of my hungry pussy, my bull groans in release as he floods my sacred temple. Gladys, for her part, can only look on with a combination of shock and arousal, as she digs her fingers into her own aching clit. Even she cannot resist the effects of the pheromones filling the small room.
Afterward, as I readjust my now filthy panties and touch up my makeup to rejoin the congregation, Gladys confides in me a calling that she now has for a similar religious experience.
I smile to myself as I put my alpha’s number into her contacts. Turns out she’s not a frigid cunt after all - just another ordinary wife in need of a real cock.
