Anna's Pov

The river behind was black and eerily quiet. The only sound I could hear was that of crickets.

I waited under the thick trees, cunt still sticky with my own slick and Pastor Harold's dry saliva. My clit throbbed softly from how roughly he had sucked on it earlier.

"Hmmm....." I moaned softly, rubbing my fat nipples through my tight top.

I had been standing here for thirty minutes now, and my pussy felt so fucking swollen between my legs.

Then, I heard footsteps rushing to close to where I was.

Harold stepped out of the shadows, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, the hairs on his...