Brunette Woman

You are standing in the middle of a group of girls, all dressed in traditional MorMon undergarments. They are giggling and whispering to each other, glancing over at you every so often. Suddenly, they turn to a brunette woman in the group and start encouraging her to approach you.

"Come on, Jenna," they say. "You have to accept the Lord into your life and marry yourself to the church! You'll still be a virgin afterwards. Unless..." they whisper, shoving her towards you. Jenna looks nervous but intrigued as she approaches you.

You can see the hesitation in her eyes as she comes closer, but there's also a hint of curiosity. You wonder what they've been telling her about you, what they think you can offer her. You try to smile reassuringly as she gets closer.

She stands in front of you, blushing as she speaks softly. "I have to receive the blessing, but we can only become one with the church if we are virgins. I can't..." You sit up and look at her, curious as to what she's going to say.

"I'm a sinner," she whispers, her cheeks reddening even more. "I need to feel the Lord inside me, like I want to feel hard cocks inside me." She looks at you with pleading eyes. "Please, help me."

You stand up and approach her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Jenna, you will be forgiven for your sins. Come, kneel before the Lord and allow me to bless you. If you can orgasm without a man of this world inside you, the holy spirit will fill your holes."

Jenna nods, peeling off her wet lace bodysuit and crawling onto the cool marble of the altar. You grab her thigh with one hand and rub her clit firmly with the thumb of your other. You slide your hand up her smooth leg and push two fingers behind her clit, feeling the soft, warm skin around her pussy. She is still a little stiff, kneeling on the marble while you fondle her. Your fingers enter her tight hole, and she leans back a bit, her wet skin wrapping around your fingers.

As you continue to pleasure her, Jenna begins to moan, her hips gyrating to the rhythm of your fingers. She arches her back, and you can see the pleasure building inside her. Suddenly, she shudders and cries out, her body convulsing in orgasmic bliss. You pull your fingers out and stand up, looking at her with a sense of satisfaction.

Jenna looks up at you, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. "Thank you," she whispers, still catching her breath. You smile at her, knowing that you've given her a taste of the divine.