Upping Marigold's ante.

Something strange was happening. Marigold was feeling lightheaded, almost as if she hadn't had anything to drink in far too long. Well, she had hardly been staying hydrated, but it hadn't been that long since she and the other girls had gotten separated.

Marigold gulped and gagged as Pastor Michael savagely fucked her mouth. She took care to breathe through her nose, but still, it was a strange time for her. She had never needed to consider... something like this before. So her short, **** inhalations were paired with the squelching sounds of a hard cock and still-wet semen spreading her lips apart.

The Reverend grit his teeth. The sounds that this little slut were making were only gettingvhim harder. After so many hours staring down at her chest from the pulpit, and he was finally getting to indulge himself in Marigold Markov's pretty mouth. She was divine, like a God-sent angel. Maybe she and her tongue really was his reward for all the good that he had done among his flock-- didn't he deserve a blonde bimbo's mouth to screw? Yes, he did, and he had finally gotten it.

Marigold shit her eyes, dreaming to herself. She had a vision: Horny Harry, purifying himself through her mouth as she rode the vibrator with the plug in her bum. Maybe she really had been doing him a service by letting him take those photos, just like the Reverend was helping her by cleansing her with his hard cock in her mouth. She was ecstatic.

Marigold's vision swam from a mix of her tears and her light head. She allowed herself to rest her bottom on her heels, letting Pastor Michael do as he thought was best. The gagging sounds came more frequently as he doubled his speed, grabbing her hair and dreaming of all the ways he was going to defile her.

"Fuck," Pastor Michael grunted. "You dirty fucking whore, fuck."

Marigold had been a whore, and she had discovered that the proper punishment for whorish ways wasn't so bad after all.