SOLO VIDEO IN BED: MY HARD FEELINGS FOR THE PASTOR Guys, look, I'm speaking softly because my daughters are in the bedroom, but look how wet my precious one got just watching him preach in church with a hard dick, focus on the pleasure I felt. I'm recording this for my Privacy (@MissionariaCleoDias) so you can see how my pussy is throbbing with desire! Seriously, I'm shaking, lying on my bed, after the evening service. I, a missionary for years, was there in the front row, in a long black dress, all buttoned up, but with my hard nipples showing through the fabric, trying to look like a saint while the Pastor, that tall dark-haired man with a deep voice that sends shivers down your spine, drove me crazy. He was on the pulpit, in a dark suit, his tight shirt showing off his strong chest. As he spoke about sin and redemption, I saw the bulge in his pants grow, a hard cock stretching the fabric, right in front of my face. My pussy immediately got wet, the swollen shaft throbbing against my lace panties. I tried to hide it by squeezing my thighs together, but my cunt was so wet that I could feel the honey dripping down, staining my dress. Every time he shouted, “Run away from temptation!”, it was as if he knew my precious one was begging for that cock. I bit my lip, my breasts heavy, wanting to jump out of my dress, and I swear I almost came just looking at it. When the service was over, I ran home and lay down on the bed, already starting to touch myself, crazy with desire. I locked the door, turned on my cell phone to record for my followers. “Look at this, guys, look how the Pastor left me!” I whispered, my voice trembling, as I unbuttoned my black dress to the waist, leaving my breasts free, the hard nipples pointing to the ceiling. I pulled my panties to the side, my pussy glistening with honey, swollen, the shaft throbbing like never before. “See this wet pussy? It’s all the fault of that hard cock on the pulpit!” I said to the video, spreading my legs and rubbing my fingers on my precious pussy. I stuck two fingers in my pussy, slowly thrusting, feeling the honey drip down my thighs. “Fuck, Pastor, I want your cock in here!” I moaned, imagining him pressing me against the wall, thrusting deep. I rubbed my clit with my thumb, writhing on the bed, my dress bunched up, my breasts bouncing as I fucked myself with my fingers. The wet sound of my pussy filled the room, and the risk of my daughters hearing it only made me crazier. “Look, followers, look how my precious pussy is gushing for him!” I said, showing my cell phone the honey dripping onto the sheets. I grabbed my purple vibrator from the drawer and licked it as if it were the Pastor’s cock, sucking it with desire, drooling, imagining the taste of that thick cock. “I want to suck your cock, you rascal,” I murmured, turning on the toy and rubbing it on my clit, moaning loudly as the vibration made my pussy throb. I stuck the vibrator in my pussy, thrusting deep, my clit rubbing against the base of the toy. “Fuck, Pastor, fuck your missionary!” I asked the video, imagining him breaking my pussy on the pulpit. I came hard, my pussy squeezing the vibrator, spurting honey on the sheets, my legs weak, my body trembling. Still panting, I grabbed a small butt plug, lubed it up and stuck it in my ass, moaning at the feeling of being full. “Pastor, your big cock would break my ass too!” I said, recording as I rubbed my clit again, the plug throbbing in my ass. I came again, my pussy spurting, the vibrator still inside, the room smelling of sex. I showed my swollen pussy on my phone, my throbbing shaft, my honey dripping. “See, guys? This is what the Pastor does to me without even touching me!” I whispered, laughing, my heart racing. I adjusted my dress, buttoned everything up, and posted it on Privacy, knowing that my followers would go crazy over my precious honey for such a forbidden man.