Hospital Debauchery

"But I'm fully aware that Devon must have used force or it was some kind of trick, because she's a good woman, a mother. There's no way she'd do that on her own, no way she'd betray me like that."

His words were a desperate, shattered plea, his belief in Theresa's innocence a crumbling wall, his mind refusing to accept the truth just inches away, where her pussy gripped Devon's cock, her juices pouring out, her body shaking with wild, filthy pleasure.

He clung to the idea that Devon had forced her, manipulated her, because the thought of her choosing this was too much, a knife too sharp for his heart to take. "I saw it, her body under his, her voice… but it had to be against her will. She's my wife, she loves me," he murmured, his voice cracking, his fingers tightening, his pain a raw, open wound.

"And she's the mother of my kids."

Theresa's eyes were locked on Elias, her face glowing with pure, shameless lust, not a trace of guilt as she gave herself to Devon's touch, her body buzzing with the sick thrill of fucking another man right in front of her husband, the wrongness of it setting her on fire.

Devon's cock stretched her pussy wide, each thrust slow and deep, a perfect, sinful rhythm, his hips smacking her ass, the wet, nasty sound of skin on skin filling the room, louder than Elias's broken voice.

His hands moved over her with a gentle, loving touch, one sliding up her back, fingers brushing her skin, sending shivers through her, the other gripping her hip, pulling her into him, his touch soft but full of hunger, like he was savoring every second of her body.

Theresa's pussy pulsed around him, her clit throbbing hard, her juices gushing, dripping down her thighs, soaking the desk, leaving a wet puddle on the floor, the sharp smell of her arousal mixing with the candle wax, making the air heavy and dizzying.

She moaned low, her lips parted, her breath hot and fast, her body trembling with pleasure so intense it felt like a dark, holy gift, Devon's cock hitting spots deep inside her, sparking waves of heat, each thrust a slow, loving fuck that made her feel alive, desired, unstoppable.

Devon leaned in close, his chest pressing against her back, his lips grazing her ear, his breath hot and heavy, a lover's whisper full of raw, primal need. "Feel that, Theresa? Every inch of you is screaming for this," he growled, his voice deep and rough, his cock driving deeper, hitting her G-spot with deadly precision, sending jolts of pleasure ripping through her, her pussy squeezing him tight, her clit burning with need.

Theresa's moans got louder, her body shaking, her pussy flooding, her eyes locked on Elias, his pain turning her on even more, her heart racing with wild, shameless joy, her pussy worshipping Devon's cock like it was her only purpose.

Elias's grip on her hand tightened even more, his fingers shaking, his voice stumbling as a spark of something wrong hit him hard.

The wet, sloppy sounds now mixed with the steady smack of flesh, grew louder, more urgent, impossible to ignore, even in his fog of hurt. His brows furrowed, his eyes twitching, almost opening, his gut screaming that no church could hold sounds this filthy. He paused, his breath catching, his instincts clawing at him, telling him something was off, something was wrong in this so-called house of God.

Theresa felt his hesitation, her heart pounding, but her pussy clamped down on Devon's cock, her body refusing to stop, the pleasure too wild, too perfect to pull back. In the middle of a deep, body-shaking thrust that made her gasp, her pussy throbbing like crazy, she turned her head, her voice shaky but firm.

"D-Dev… Pastor Daniel, please, pray for us," she panted, her words a quick cover, her eyes flashing to Elias. "Elias, keep your eyes closed, love, stay in prayer." Her voice was thick with lust and urgency, her hand squeezing his, begging him to stay lost in his pain, her pussy pulsing as Devon's cock drove deeper, her body trembling as she fought to keep her moans quiet.

Elias froze, his brows twitching, his instincts screaming, but her words, her touch, dragged him back, his eyes shutting tightly again, his voice starting up, shaky but obedient, as he clung to her hand like it was all he had left.

Devon's smirk grew wider, his eyes flashing with dark, twisted amusement as he played along, his voice rising in a fake prayer, the words dripping with mockery. "Dear God, we ask your mercy for Theresa and Elias," he said, his voice smooth, almost holy, his cock never stopping, his thrusts slow and deep, plunging into Theresa's pussy, her walls gripping him tight, her juices pouring out, the wet, nasty smack of his hips against her ass a dirty beat under his prayer.

"Wash their hearts clean, guide them through their pain, give them peace." His words were a cruel joke, his cock pounding into her, his hand sliding up her thigh, fingers brushing her clit, circling it slow and teasing, making her bite her lip hard, trying to hold back a moan, her body shaking, her pussy throbbing with pleasure so intense it felt like she was burning from the inside out.

The fucking went on, wild and filthy, Devon's cock stretched her pussy, filling her completely, his pace slow but hard, each thrust a perfect hit, his balls smacking against her, the sound wet and raw, bouncing off the walls like a dirty song.

Theresa's body was alive, her pussy squeezing tight, her clit throbbing like a pulse, her juices gushing, soaking the desk, her thighs, the floor, her moans slipping out, soft and desperate, her eyes locked on Elias, her lust raw and shameless, her heart pounding with the thrill of fucking Devon in this holy place, her body his to use.

His hands grabbed her breast, squeezing her nipple hard, sending shocks of pleasure through her, the other gripping her hip, pulling her into him, his touch soft but hungry, like he was savoring every second of her. "So so good," he growled, his voice rough, his cock driving deeper, hitting her G-spot every time, sending her spiraling toward a crazy orgasm, her pussy flooding, her clit burning, her body shaking with pleasure so intense it felt like she was flying, her moans louder, more desperate, filling the room with their hot, dirty energy.

Devon leaned closer, his breath hot on her neck, his lips kissing her skin, soft and tender, his tongue tracing a slow path along her pulse, sending shivers through her, his words a whisper only she could hear.

"You feel so fucking good, Theresa, so tight, so wet," he murmured, his cock sliding deeper, stretching her, his thrusts slow but powerful, each one making her pussy pulse, her juices dripping like a flood.

He kissed her neck again, his lips soft, his teeth grazing her skin, sending sparks of heat through her, his hand sliding down to rub her clit, fingers moving fast, hard, driving her wild. Theresa's moans broke free, her body trembling, her pussy squeezing him, her clit throbbing, her eyes still on Elias, his pain making her hotter, the wrongness of it pushing her closer to the edge.

Devon's thrusts got harder, deeper, his cock throbbing, his balls tightening, his groans low and rough, his hand gripping her hip, his fingers rubbing her clit faster, pushing her toward a mind-blowing climax.

"Cum for me, Theresa, fucking cum," he growled, his voice thick with need, his cock slamming into her, his fingers pinching her clit, sending her crashing over the edge. She came hard, her body shaking, her pussy pulsing around his cock, her juices flooding, soaking the desk, her thighs, her moans loud and wild, echoing off the walls, her hand squeezing Elias's so hard it hurt, her eyes locked on him, the pleasure so intense it felt like she was breaking apart, her body lost in a dirty, perfect ecstasy.

But Devon wasn't done, his cock still hard, slick with her juices, his breath heavy as he kept going, his thrusts slower now, savoring her, his hands roaming her body, one sliding up her side, fingers brushing her ribs, the other cupping her ass, squeezing it gently, his touch soft but possessive, like he was memorizing every curve. He kissed her shoulder, his lips warm, his tongue teasing her skin, sending shivers through her, his cock sliding in and out, each thrust deep and deliberate, making her pussy pulse, her clit throbbing with aftershocks, her juices still dripping, her body trembling with pleasure. Theresa's moans were softer now, but still desperate, her eyes locked on Elias, his pain fueling her arousal, the thrill of betraying him in this sacred space making her hotter, her pussy clenching around Devon's cock, her body begging for more.

Elias's voice faltered again, his grip on her hand tightening, his fingers trembling, his instincts screaming louder now, the wet, sloppy sounds too much to ignore, even in his haze of pain. His brows furrowed deeper, his eyes twitching, almost opening, his gut telling him something was wrong, something filthy was happening in this holy place. Theresa felt his hesitation, her heart racing, but her pussy throbbed around Devon's cock, her body refusing to stop, the pleasure too intense to pull back. "Pastor Daniel, pray harder," she gasped, her voice shaky but sharp, her eyes flashing to Elias. "Elias, keep praying, love, don't stop." Her words were a desperate cover, her hand squeezing his, urging him to stay lost, her pussy pulsing as Devon's cock drove deeper, her body trembling with the effort to keep her moans quiet.

Elias paused, his breath catching, but her words, her touch, pulled him back, his eyes shutting tight again, his voice picking up, shaky and broken, as he clung to her hand, his belief in her innocence his only anchor. "It had to be force, had to be," he whispered, his voice cracking, blind to the truth unfolding before him.

Devon's smirk widened, "Lord, we beg your grace for Theresa and Elias," he said, his voice smooth and holy, his cock pounding into her, his thrusts deep and relentless, her pussy gripping him, her juices flooding, the wet, nasty smack of his hips against her ass a dirty rhythm under his words.

"Forgive their sins, guide them through this pain, bring them to your light." His prayer was a twisted lie, his cock slamming into her, his hand sliding up her thigh, fingers rubbing her clit faster, making her bite her lip, her body shaking, her pussy throbbing with pleasure so intense it felt like fire.

Suddenly Devon pulled out, his cock still hard, slick with her juices, his breath heavy as he grabbed her with a rough, hungry tug. "On your knees," he growled, his voice thick with need, his eyes burning with lust. Theresa obeyed, dropping to her knees like she was worshipping him, her dress still bunched, her stockings torn, her face flushed, her lips swollen and wet, her eyes glowing with hunger as she looked up at him, Elias's hand slipping from hers, his voice still droning, and lost in his pain.

She grabbed his cock, her fingers slick with her juices, his pre-cum, stroking him fast and hard, her hand sliding over the thick, veined length, her thumb rubbing the head, spreading his pre-cum, the wet sound of her hand on his cock loud and filthy. She opened her mouth wide, her tongue flicking out to lick the head, tasting their mixed juices, the musky, salty flavor making her moan, her pussy still wet, her clit throbbing with aftershocks.

She sucked him deep, her lips stretching around his huge cock, her tongue swirling, licking every vein, every ridge, her hands stroking his shaft, his balls, squeezing them gently, her moans vibrating against him, her eyes locked on his, burning with raw, shameless lust.

Devon groaned, his hand grabbing her hair, pulling it loose, dark strands falling over her shoulders, his hips rocking, fucking her mouth with quick, hard thrusts, his cock throbbing, his balls tightening under her touch. His body then shook, his cock pulsing as he came, thick, hot cum shooting into her mouth, filling it with salty heat, spilling over her lips, dripping down her chin, onto her neck, her dress, her tongue licking him clean, swallowing every drop she could, her moans muffled but wild, her eyes locked on his, her body trembling with the thrill of it.