At the back of the church was a cast iron statue, painted in gold, in the shape of Jesus. It was one of those statues that looked expensive, but was quite cheap to produce in mass production. It was hard and it looked like it would do the job. She began crawling across the red carpet towards it. It was a bit of relief not resting them on the marble, but the sensation f rubbing them on a new material began to stimulate her plate-sized nipples. She couldn’t quite lift her boobs over the pews. As she brushed them, they were big enough to push them back a few inches, but they would have to go over them at some point since they were taller in mass. Luke wouldn’t feel a thing. In fact he might be squashed a little, but she didn’t want him to see what she was up to.
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