SheMale Sunday Service: Episode 9 – The Men’s Breakfast
Tuesday morning men’s breakfast.
Church basement.
Sausage, eggs, and six Christian men talking about not touching their own DICKS.
The First Disciple walks in with Charleigh.
Still wearing the wedding ring.
Still completely deadpan.
“This is the friend I told you about,” he says. “She’s been helping me with some spiritual questions.”
Charleigh sits down.
Modest dress. Soft smile.
Huge hard COCK already tenting the fabric so badly it looks like she’s smuggling a thermos full of soup.
The quiet one at the end of the table stares.
He can’t look away from the outline.
While the group is still praying over the eggs, Charleigh reaches under the table, grabs the quiet one’s hand, and wraps it around the thick shaft through her dress.
He freezes.
She squeezes his fingers harder so he feels every pulse.
Then she leans over and whispers:
“In about ninety seconds you’re going to be choking on this COCK in the church bathroom while your brothers thank God for the meal.
Try not to clap when you finish.”
Two minutes later she has him locked in the single-stall bathroom.
Dress yanked up.
Massive COCK out and already leaking like it’s trying to baptize the floor.
“Open.
This is the only thing in this building that actually wants to save you.”
She feeds the fat head into his mouth and starts face-FUCKING him against the sink.
He GAGS hard. Spit flies. Tears come instantly.
Charleigh doesn’t slow down.
“Simon Peter tried to throw Mary out for having the wrong parts.
Jesus said He’d make her male so she could become a living spirit.
I’m the aftermarket upgrade.
Now SUCK like your salvation is temporary.”
She pulls out, spins him around, shoves him over the sink, and drives the thick COCK straight into his ASS in one long stroke.
He yells into the porcelain.
She clamps a hand over his mouth and keeps FUCKING him deep while the men’s group is still passing the ketchup twenty feet away.
“Feel that?
That’s male and female finally agreeing on a lease.
Your pastor’s whole career just became a sad little pamphlet.”
He comes first, untouched, shooting across the bathroom mirror.
She follows right after, pumping CUM deep into him while holding him upright so he doesn’t fold.
When she finally pulls out, a thick rope of CUM hangs from the head of her COCK and snaps against his thigh.
She wipes it on his church shirt, fixes her dress, and walks back to the table like she just reapplied lipstick.
The First Disciple is already pouring her a fresh coffee.
The quiet one comes out three minutes later with wet eyes, a ruined walk, and the face of a man who just got theologically carjacked.
Two disciples now.
And at least one man at the table is staring at the bathroom door like he just watched the Book of Revelation happen in real time.
93/93
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