Cavella was awoken by the scheduled morning alarm song on her Google Pixel 7 cell phone. Even though it was nine am, she was exhausted from attending a Christmas party in a small town bar last night. Cavella had four naughty elf margaritas with her best friend, Zephina. They started behaving vulgarly in the bar, flashing the bartender their cantaloupe-sized breasts and mashing their breasts together. Cavella remembered the memorable evening with her best friend. She remained in bed caressing her nipples as she read the four text messages from Zephina. 

The first text message from Zephina  

Hey, naughty elf,

How are you feeling? I am exhausted. It was hilarious how you flashed the DJ, every time he played your favorite songs. LMAO 

The second text message from Zephina 

You had given my number to several of the men at the bar, Cavella. LOL. 

The third text message from Zephina 

When we went to the bathroom, I noticed you were in the stall for a long time. 

The fourth text message from Zephina

A 2-minute video

Cavella had gone completely still as she viewed the video multiple times, each time widening her eyes. Before she called her best friend, her pastor was calling. She belonged to a notable church owned by Pastor Jermaine and first lady Grace Everest. They were a young couple in their early thirties like her. The pastor asked her to decorate the church for the children’s Christmas play. 

“Hello, Cavella. How’s your morning?” Pastor Jermaine asked.

“It’s great, I was just about to make breakfast,” Cavella responded. 

“My wife and I just finished having ours. I was wondering if you were able to decorate in the afternoon?”

“Yes,” Cavella answered. 

“Excellent. I just texted Deacon Miles to open the church for you,” Pastor Jermaine said. 

“Thank you, Pastor Jermaine, and have a blessed day,” Cavella said. 

“You as well,” he responded. 

Cavella closed her eyes and thought to herself, "What the fuck was I thinking last night.” 

She wanted to text Zephina, to discuss everything that transpired last night. Unfortunately, she needed to focus on getting ready. Cavella cooked a Dutch Baby, sausage links with fruit, and a cup of crimson berry tea. Afterward, she showered quickly. Cavella pulled her long black kinky curls into a ponytail and styled her baby hairs with gel. The walk-in closet she decorated for herself was similar to celebrity closets. She reached for a long-sleeved leopard print sweater wrap dress and black knee-length boots. Finally, Cavella applied her makeup, using colors that complemented her hazelnut complexion. When she glanced at the Apple watch on her wrist, it read eleven-fifteen. 

Cavella smiled in the mirror and said, “Damn, I look good.”

After feeling pleased with her appearance, Cavella exited the bathroom and headed downstairs to leave her townhouse. Since the drive to the church was thirty minutes, she had ample time to converse with her best friend.

“Hey, Google, call Zephina.” 

“Calling Zephina.” 

“She better pick up,” Cavella said aloud.

“Hey, you have reached Zephina and I am unavailable but please leave a detailed message.” 

Cavella ended the call and asked Google to call Zephina again but it went straight to voice mail.

“Fuckkkkk,” Cavella groaned. 

She clicked on the YouTube music icon on the car TV screen and selected my super-mix to play music. 

When Cavella arrived at Always Have Faith church, Deacon Miles was outside waiting for her. 

“Hello, Cavella, I wanted to thank you for lending your services for the church. Pastor Jermaine, the first lady and I have always appreciated your work,” Deacon Miles said.

Cavella embraced the older man and said, "Thank you.” 

“My wife answered my prayers by baking banana pudding for me and I am so thankful,” Deacon Miles chuckled. 

“I have always loved your wife’s baking and enjoy the dessert,” Cavella said. 

“Thank you, Cavella. When you have finished decorating please text the pastor,” Deacon Miles said. 

“Okay. I hope you have a great afternoon eating the banana pudding,” she responded. 

The church was warm inside. Cavella heard the music playing from the speakers and she was alone. She removed her coat and started decorating the seating area where the pastors usually sat to enjoy the festivities. The music prevented Cavella from hearing someone coming into the church. A pair of soft hands wrapped around her waist, then moved upward squeezing her soft breasts.

“Mmm, I have always loved how you touched me,” Cavella said. 

Cavella was in awe of the First Lady's beauty. She permitted Grace to untie her wrap dress, remove her 38DD bra and suck on her tits. The pleasure of how she swirled her tongue swiftly around her dark bud and then sucked on it like a baby drawing milk. Grace slid her fingers into Cavella’s pussy, making it enriched like ice cream left on the counter. 

“I have thought about eating your pussy; it's my turn,” Cavella said. 

Grace stripped down and then made herself comfortable in the head pastor’s chair which belonged to Pastor Jermaine. 

Cavella knelt before the First Lady, pressing her mouth into Grace’s wet pussy, and moved her wicked wet tongue ferociously inside. Cavella smiled. It was easy to get the First Lady’s sweet decadent sumptuous pussy wet. Suddenly, warm liquid had come around her oval face, creeping up her nose. She wanted to gift the First Lady an early Christmas present, so she started finger-fucking Grace’s fat ass. 

Unbeknownst to Cavella, Pastor Jermaine Everest was seated on the balcony jerking off. When his wife Grace squirted Cavella’s face with cum, his hard thick cock erupted with cum, filling the offering basket.