No Panties For Father….
SIENNA’S POV**
I was shaking by the time I reached the church the next night.
The entire day had been torture. Every brush of fabric against my bare n*****s, every shift of my thighs against my constantly slick p***y, reminded me of Father Lucian’s final command: *Leave the curtain open on your side.*
I wore the same innocent white sundress, nothing underneath, just like he wanted. My cunt had been leaking steadily for hours. By the time I slipped through the side door after midnight, my inner thighs were glossy with arousal and my c**t throbbed with every heartbeat.
The church was completely empty. Only a few candles still burned near the altar, casting flickering golden light across the pews and the confessional booth in the far corner.
My legs felt weak as
