Possessed in the house of God!!!

What I am about to relate happened at some time. Some people may think that it is something horrible, a sin whose punishment would be burning in hell.
My name, nor that of the angel you met in that silly baroque church don't matter but they can call us Duncan and Tatti.
It all started on a Saturday night when I was walking through the beautiful streets of black gold, and there wasn't anyone special at that time. And I walked around admiring the lovely architecture of one of humanity's most beautiful heritages.
It was already nine o'clock when I passed in front of a square and saw a church; it was pretty, never seen one so beautiful in my city.
I decided to climb the stairs and go inside so that if she was as pretty on the outside, imagine it from within.
Entering, I was amazed by the beauty of paintings, architecture and sacred images.
After my initial enthusiasm subsided, I realized that there were not many people in the church at this time but only me and three other elderly ladies who traveled together with a priest staying with them.
I sat down and decided to stay for a while, that place calmed me.
After a few minutes the ladies went out and so did Father, another father called him in and they left talking softly.
At that moment I looked back and there was an angel walking towards me, she passed by my side and sat down on a bench next to the confessional.
Her name was later discovered, Tati. This was the most beautiful woman's name that my eyes had ever seen. She stood about five feet seven inches tall with honey-brown eyes and smooth red hair. On this day she wore a white sleeveless goatee; it wasn't short but not long. It was perfect!
She was wearing a blue-and-white buttoned shirt, the colour of heaven... which reflected her bust.
I didn't take long to admire this woman's perfection, so I approached her calmly and without attracting attention placed myself on the bench behind her where she could feel its inebriating fragrance.
I could better see her body, observe her curves... she kept kneeling and praying until I looked at her bellybutton.
She must have been eighteen years old, but it was later discovered that she had lived twenty-three good years.
It was already one o'clock forty-five and she kept kneeling with her head down to pray. I had been intoxicated by the perfume of that beautiful woman, not holding me back discreetly without making a noise in my left hand or on her right side.
I was there beside her, next to the woman who in that short space of time without my will or imagination had awakened within me an enormous desire to possess and touch.
I couldn't stand it! When you told me my right hand slipped her butt under the saddle, felt a dent in her heel that was intended to be dental floss.
At that moment, she turned to me with a frightened face and said: "What is this?
At that moment she stood up and I also, She called me from the grave And was about to give a slap in my face But I stopped her by holding Her right arm with My left hand
There are no words to describe Tati's lips.
In it, my hand was already inside the alleyway with a finger going into that loser's mouthpiece from that woman who had driven me crazy.
I was in the clouds, not caring for anything and took my hand out of her purse and put it on her bunny cousin's neck leading her to confession.
The confessional was tight, to tell you the truth it was very close.
She came in at cost to me and I was scratching on the wall, so she could see this little black calf. I grabbed her and put my finger down with force against hers. She begged for me to stop but it wasn't easy because she loved it. So I pulled my dad out of there and placed him inside a small bowl behind an empty glass. And he had a big baby girl underneath. Don't stop, just suck it all in me.
She didn't even have to ask, she just started rolling on my back and pushing that wonderful ass of hers at me.
You know, have you ever had one of those orgasms or kisses where only a woman ends up with you?
We were both exhausted. She told me that she had fallen in love, and I said this was the best night of my life. It was at a time when it seemed wrong for me to do so. I thought I'd like to see her again; but then I found out that she was from São Paulo, and that with me, we passed through these provinces on our way back home the next day. There is no other school.
I gave her another kiss, and with my left hand touched forcefully to his cheek while the right held one of his breasts. But when we were hungry and opened up the bottles of his shirt, I loosened his skirt and touched those two muscles perfectly sculptured.
When my peace was too hard, I told her to turn around and step on that sheep-like thing.
I grabbed my paw and stuck it in the back of her ass, And started forcing myself to do a little walking since she'd never done that before.
I was very kind, didn't want to hurt her. Just wanted to repay all the pleasure she had been giving me.
She'd already been pregnant, she was enjoying herself. She wanted to get fucked up and have her ass eaten.
I started fucking her hard, pulling almost all of my paci out and putting it back in.
She was picking up the bump, which led me to bend my body and grab her two breasts so I could rub them against him while he cooked that delicious little stew.
Then we had a great time, and she looked at me in the face and kissed us.
We were in love, madly in love. She pulled down her shirt and tied the skirt... put her ankle into my pocket and said: "So you won't forget me! I will never forget you!"
I couldn't resist kissing her again.
We came out of the confessional, the church was already closed... so we had to find Father and ask him to open the door for us.
The father asked where we were because he had not seen us before.
We make up some lame excuse and we come out embarrassed by the situation, but excited about what's going to happen. What we did...
When we left, at the entrance of his hotel I gave him my number. He said that it was not Dali but me who had been resting and needed to be with her again whether by telephone or Internet.
She smiled cheerfully and said that she would marry me; And I married some days after São Paulo, to my city on the Grande Rio do Sul.
We are together to this day and we live not passionately, not in love but a passionate love.
I always say to her, "Words like passion and love don't express how I feel about you".
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