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Church Wife


You see her at church, just sitting there
With her Sunday dress and short dark hair.
The same pew each week, your interest is raised
You think you understand her conservative ways
She looks very pretty as you watch her go past
When she turns to sit down you admire her ass.
The fabric pulled snug with the material tight
You can't help but look at this sexy sight.
You'd never know this model wife that you see
Wants to be taken hard and forced to her knees.
Her still waters are deep, you never would guess
She'd melt if your hand reached up under her dress.
Her shame would be great but that's what she needs
There's more to this woman than churchgoers can see
Just get her alone and don't make a sound
Come up to her slowly then spin her around
Push her back firmly and hard to the wall
Then call her a Slut, and her pretense will fall
Her eyes will get glassy, her nostrils will flair
Your hand plunges deep, her juices flow there
Degrade her with names you shouldn't utter in church
Whispered into her ear, her body will lurch
Her breathing so labored, her pulse racing fast
Her eyes flames of desire when you tell her the task
Make her pull up her dress, revealing wet treasure
She'll do all that you say, she's a slut for your pleasure.
Then show her your cock and tell her to suck
When it is hard and so fat, turn her over to fuck.
She wants to be used, don't be timid, be tough
She'll beg for your cock, she'll needs it so rough.
The next time you see her just sitting there
With pious expressions and that soft dark hair
Catch her eyes quickly and fix them with a stare
Roaming over her body like you're stripping her bare
You'll see her reaction, her humiliation and shame
That's when you whisper her special name.
When close up beside her, drop your lips to her ear
Then call her a Cumslut and a moan you will hear.
Her reaction confirmed, now she's easy to read
This Cunt is so ready to bend to your needs.
She wants to be taken in the dark of the night
Then stolen away, as she puts up a fight
Kidnapped and taken and used as your whore
She'll moan as she hears what you have in store.
She's dreamed of this moment and wants it so much
Her lips will tremble as her body gets touched.
She needs your hard cock to plunge deep inside
Her screams will ring loud as her body you ride.
She begs for your cum in her mouth and her cunt
She's yours for the taking, don't be nice, just be blunt.
So next time you see her in that same seat each week
You'll know that deep down it's your cock that see seeks
She keeps it well hidden, you'd never guess in your life
She's a tramp and a slut, this humble Church Wife.

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