Feeling the Writhe of Satan's Wrath

Sitting in the back pew  
Of the local church
Watching the Christmas play
My love next to me
He doesn't want to be here  
Because it makes us feel like
We are going to burst into flames
I give him the eye
The one I always do  
when I want to be naughty  
I grab my coat
Pretending I'm cold
Laying over my short skirt covered legs
Sliding his hand under
And up my skirt
To my panty-less pussy
Slipping a finger in
My wet slit  
When they start to sing  
O come let us adore him
His glide turns to
Massaging my spot
He knows I'll be screaming soon
Grasping the edge of the pew  
With one hand
And his thigh with the other  
As I cum
Writhing in pleasure  
Singing out  
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
You are worthy of all praise Satan