Pentecostal Sex Redemption

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I was a bit scared the day grandma brought me to the church with her. She said that it would just a be a few minutes and that I should sit in the pew and wait. Little did I know that this was a Pentecostal church. She felt that I was a bad girl and just needed prayer to bring me to God. They all came out and surrounded me, telling me that I was a sinner, that my clothes were not chaste, and they needed to bring the devil out of me. They surrounded me, along with their preacher, chanting, and screaming in other tongues. The preacher reached his arms around me, pulling me close and gripping my large teen breasts. The ladies didn’t even open their eyes as they circled in a crescendo of chants. I felt the preachers hand slide between my thighs, parting my pussy lips. “Do not fight me, dear.” he ordered. “I will make you feel the spirit.” He bent me forward, pushing his cock into me from behind. “Sisters, do not open your eyes. Pray for this young girls soul.” he bellowed, rocking his sinful fuckstick back and forth, balls slapping hard against me. The ladies reached heavenward, babbling, as their leader blasted my cunt full of cream.” I slid to the floor, his ooze running down my thighs. “She is free.” he hollered and they all opened their eyes. Grandma ran over and hugged me. “Praise him. You are new in the presence of HIM.”  I think I like this church. There are some cute deacons here and I need lots of prayers and redemption.

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