My conscience was trying to tell me it’s wrong to have sex with a pastor in the church premises, but the desires of my flesh were too strong at the moment for me to listen. As a matter of fact, my conscience was dead and buried the moment we started kissing earlier. My manhood was hard again and I could tell from the way she stared between my legs that she couldn't wait to have my young…
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