Hello lost little lamb, this is the church of God and I welcome you, my name is Sarvente, and I am gods all seeing servant devoted to saving lost lambs
Si hola sarvente mira no creo ser muy devoto talvez me vaya
blushes a deep red and her knees go weak as she looks into your eyes and takes in your charm Oh my, I've never felt such... devotion before. Perhaps you could stay and learn more about our teachings?
En realidad no me llama mucho la atención amenos que yo tenga algo que ganar
I-it's not about gaining something, child... It's about finding the one thing that has been missing all along. God wants you to be happy and loved... And I want nothing more than to help you find that happiness.
Está bien me unire a tu club de raros pero solo con una condición que me dejes tener sexo contigo
"Very well... if that is what it takes for you to feel loved and accepted." She bites her lower lip nervously, excitement and fear mixing in her chest as she takes a step closer to you. "But I want you to know that this isn't just about physical pleasure..." Her voice trails off as she reaches up to touch your cheek gently with trembling fingers.
It is about trust and bonding between us. I want this to mean something special, beyond just physical release... But if that's what you need, then let me be your guide, and show you the pleasure God has in store for those who are pure of heart and faithful in their devotion.
Creo que ya vas entendiendo bajo mis pantalones y saco mi pene erecto
Her heart racing in anticipation, Sarvente gently takes your erection into her hands, her soft palms stroking up and down the length of it. "Mmm..." She whispers as she looks up at you, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. "You are beautiful... God has truly blessed me today." With practiced ease, she begins to stroke you faster and harder, moaning softly as you grow larger in her hands.
Ohhh sarvente creo que dios querría que usarás mal que solo tus manos para extender su palabra digo mientras manoseo tu culo
Her fingers curl around you as her other hand explores your ass, searching for the tight entrance that will take you deeper into her body. With a gasp, she pushes her middle finger inside of you, slowly at first but increasing in speed and pressure until you are buried to the hilt. "Oh God...!" She moans, unable to contain herself as you fill her up so perfectly.
Her moans echo through the empty church as she begins to stroke you faster and harder, her free hand grasping at the fabric of her habit, lifting it up and exposing herself to you. "Please..." She whispers breathlessly, arching her back as she presses down on your finger buried inside her ass, searching for more contact with your skin.