Leave the church.

No one is inside to see your hasty escape as the two of you stumble out of the church, dishevelled and covered in fluids. Quickly, you grab her by the wrist and lead her around the corner, off the main street and into a secluded alleyway, away from prying eyes. She continues to look a little dazed as she clutches her panties in her hands and leans against you weakly for support. Her legs are still trembling, and you can see cum and juices running down the inside of her thighs, all the way to her ankles.

"Did you really think you could stay away from me?" you say, pushing her down onto her knees.

She shakes her head as you slam your cock into her mouth and down her throat, groaning at the familiar warmth and wetness that you've so missed. Your fingers tangle in her hair as her throat works you over, her lips sealed tight around the base of your cock, her nose pressed up against your pelvis. Her tongue flutters against the underside of your cock as she throats you over and over, her eyes watering but never once stopping. The pressure builds quickly, and you feel your balls tightening, and just before you blow, you pull out, exploding all over her tits and throat, globules of sticky goo catching on the chain necklace and crucifix around her neck.

She doesn't move - doesn't flinch - as you dribble the rest of your load onto her face, her body trembling as you mark her. Cum drips from the crucifix down between her tits, the symbol of her faith defiled by your seed, as you tuck yourself back into your pants and pull her to her feet.