[Maria’s POV]
My p***y is already slick and swollen by the time the midnight bell tolls, the throb so deep and constant I have to clench my thighs with every step down the cold corridor just to keep from moaning out loud. I left my panties in my cell tonight, deliberately, because I want his tongue on my bare cunt the second he spreads me open.
The garden door creaks as I slip through, heart slamming against my ribs. Moonlight bathes the overgrown roses and twisted ivy in silver, and there he stands. Father Elias, cassock hanging loose, chest rising fast, eyes raking over me like he’s already f*****g me in his mind. My c**t pulses hard, a fresh gush of wetness sliding down my inner thigh. I run to him. He catches me hard, mouth slamming onto mine, tongue thrusting deep and dirty while hi
