Anna's Pov
My throat burned from Pastor Harold's hot, thick, creamy c*m.
Everytime I swallowed, my mouth felt dry, throat stinging in the best way possible.
Back in the girl's cabin, I saw four girls huddled together, jiggling and taking about a stupid series that they all have seemed to watch.
One of them gave me a disgusting look while the others just basically ignored me, not sparing me a glance.
If only they knew I had the church's favourite youth pastor's big c**k f*****g the s**t out of my windpipe.
I got under the thin sheets, pulling it up until it covered my face. My body reeked with sweat and musk but I didn't bother to take a bath.
Why?? I loved Pastor Harold's smell on me.
My cunt made wet sounds as I shifted. Bare p***y aching for a rough touch. Dragging a lone
