The sun finally peaked out behind the gray clouds and the stained glass window began to glow in the dimly lit, gothic style atrium. The faces of saints, the tattered clothing of prophets, and the sun in old narratives shine brightly…and look on while I mercilessly fuck the young girl until she has all but denounced everyone of them with her moans and the way she begs for my cock. Her black thigh high stockings leading up to a pleated skirt bunched up around her waist with her panties pulled to the side. The sleeves of my white oxford shirt rolled up as my hands roughly grope at her tits, pinching and pulling at each nipple while I pump into her from behind. I growl and grunt all the filth in her ear that all her young boyfriends were too afraid and shy to ever use. Her pussy responds by coating my cock in her sweet, teenage nectar.
"F…FU…FUCK. ME."
My hand reaches down between her legs and begins to stroke her sensitive clit.
"You're going to cum for me like a good little girl now, aren't you Samantha?”
"FUCK. YES MR. SMITH, YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME FUCKING CUM!"