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I came to worship. Not much else mattered once I had him in front of me. We were supposed to take our time—set the scene, maybe get me into my stockings and lingerie first—but honestly? I couldn’t wait. I was already on my knees, already tasting him, already showing him just how deep my devotion goes. This is our second collab, and just like last time, we couldn’t hold back. It’s messy, raw, and real. Somewhere in the middle, you’ll catch me slipping into my Sunday best… but by then, the service was already in full swing—and soon after, he was filling me up, leaving me dripping with devotion. This isn’t about performance. It’s about craving, connection, and the kind of worship that comes straight from the soul of slut. So come kneel with me. Let yourself give in. This is Sunday Service.. and this is how I worship.