The rectory smelled of sweat, c*m, and the faint trace of incense that still clung to the priests’ cassocks. Sister Maria lay sprawled on the bed, her black habit bunched around her waist like a discarded rag. Thick ropes of white seed leaked steadily from her stretched p***y and freshly-f****d asshole, pooling on the sheets beneath her. Her chest heaved, n*****s hard against the remnants of her torn undergarments.
Father Dominic stroked his still-hard c**k slowly, smearing the mixture of their c*m along the veiny shaft. “Look at you, Sister. Your holy holes are gaping open, begging for more of the Lord’s blessing.”
Sister Maria whimpered, turning her face into the pillow. The drug had loosened its grip somewhat, but her limbs still felt heavy. “Please… I can’t… my body feels so dirty.”
