Marigold's elevator face fucking.

It took Marigold a few moments to realize what was happening, even after she opened her eyes. She had never had a man's penis in her mouth before, and she hadn't even been thinking about anything but her shame over what had happened with Harry when Pastor Michael had laid his hands on her. And yet here she was, on her knees in a stopped elevator, her hands on her pale, naked thighs, and her mouth wide open with her pastor's hard shaft pumping in and out of her throat.

What? Marigold thought. What... is this? What's going on? She still didn't understand. Even after having seen Harry standing over her with his erection in his hand, that had seemed to very far removed from her own self. It was impossible to separate herself from the fact that the Reverend was inside her mouth, that his hands were on the back of her head pushing her head down deeper onto his member as she choked and gagged.

Marigold looked up at the man who had baptized her when she was fifteen. He was staring at the ceiling at biting his lip, not even looking at her, as if she were somehow beneath his notice. How could he do this to her? He was supposed to be caring for her spiritual well-being, not shoving his cock down her throat.

But it wasn't as if she could pretend that she hadn't gotten herself into this spot. Her nipples were very nearly spilling out over the top of her 'dress,' and her naked ass was resting on her heels, completely uncovered by any sort of underwear. Worst of all, she was still covered in Harry's thick seed, her face painted white. Without even intending to, Marigold's cummy lips had wrapped tight around Pastor Michael's dick, and her tongue was resting against its underside as he fucked her mouth.

Oh my God, Marigold thought. Her face went red, and the blush spread down her neck to her chest, offsetting the color of the load Harry had dumped on her. Somehow her shame over what she had done had twisted into a perverse thrill. The man she had watched at the pulpit for so many hours was riding her face without a care for how she felt about it, and he wasn't even the first one who had used her today. What was wrong with her? Why was the spot between her thighs slick as her cum-covered lips sucked on his dick?