BAPTIZING WITH FATHER'S CUM (II,End)

Chapter 2 After the baptism, I lingered in the church, my white robe dripping water onto the stone floor, the fabric clinging to my skin like a second layer. His cum was trickling down my inner thigh under the robe, warm and sticky, mixing with the baptismal water that still soaked me. Every step I took made it slide further, a constant reminder of what we'd just done in front of the entire congregation. My pussy throbbed from the fucking, swollen and sensitive, but already aching for more, the congregation milled about, shaking hands and chatting in low voices, their faces beaming with that post-service glow. No one suspected a thing, the water hid our secret, and their closed eyes during the prayer had kept them blind to Father Elias slamming his cock into me right there in the holy pool. Father Elias avoided my eyes at first, busying himself with greeting parishioners, his face still flushed red under his collar, sweat drying on his forehead. I could see the conflict in him, the way