Emma—the pastor’s wife with a face like fine whiskey and tits that’ve seen better decades—gets bent over like she owns this. Doggy style first, cock buried deep in that warm pussy or asshole depending on who wrote the rules here. She grips the couch cushions so hard her knuckles turn white while he pounds away. Then she flips onto her back, legs spread wide enough to see right through to next Tuesday. That thick cock sliding in slow at first before turning into a relentless fucking rhythm—moaning louder than church hymns during communion. Her sagging tits jiggle with every thrust, stretch marks glistening under the light. By halfway through? No more positions left to try.