But I wanted to watch and my d**k was still hard as steel in my pants. I didn't really care about Sister Judith getting f****d. I mean, that's not what interested me. Mostly I wished it was me bouncing my butt off Father John's thighs, feeling his thick p***s stretching my boy p***y and his hands squeezing my hips while we f****d. It didn't seem fair that she'd come along like some b***h in heat to steal the man away from me! He was supposed to be f*****g me, Not her! So I kept staring and even when Father John noticed and gave me a frown beneath his furrowed brow, I didn't move.
And maybe the priest liked it anyway. He stared right back at me while he pulled Sister Judith down harder and faster, bouncing her pale ass off his thighs as he'd jam himself upward at the same time. I thought m
