Marigold's gooey absolution.

Marigold was lost in the moment. She had no control anymore. The Reverend was pushing her face back and forth by **** now, even as he was pushing his thick cock deeper into her mouth. To Marigold, it seemed like Pastor Michael had lost his mind, but she assumed that he was just in the throes of religious ecstasy. It wasn't her place to question him.

"Fuck!" Pastor Michael snarled, his balls slapping against Marigold's chin. Her eyes were watery, and her mascara was running where it wasn't just mixing with the load of semen whatever degenerate had blown all over her face before him had left. "Take it! Take my fucking cock, you dirty fucking slut, fuck!" He was red in the face, every muscle in his upper body tense. To Marigold, the Reverend looked like a powerful angel from Heaven-- she could practically see his halo as she choked on his dick again and again and again.

Marigold could feel how wet she was, even without her fingers between her legs. Was this how good forgiveness felt? She should never have tried to hide her guilt from Pastor Michael in the first place, not if he planned on absolving her by making her suck his hard, thick cock with her beautiful pink lips. This was incredible. She would have to ask the Reverend to help her find forgiveness more often.

Pastor Michael, for the first time in a long time, pulled his cock out of Marigold's mouth. He heard the pop as his tip bounced into the air of the elevator. It was already twitching, and the vein up his shaft was bulging with a fury. He grabbed Mari by the hair, holding her up so that she was looking him in the eye, so that her mouth was hanging slightly open, still fresh from the savage fucking he had given her lips.

His cum shot from the end of his cock like a bullet. It splashed against Marigold's exposed breasts-- her costume had fallen open in the chaos. But the Reverend had more in store. He jizzed all over Marigold's face, drenching her even more than Horny Harry had, and his third shot went right into her mouth, most of it sliding down the back of her throat. There were precious few spots on Marigold's face that weren't dripping with one of two men's white, gooey spunk.