ISLA
“ Was she talking to me?” Those were the questions that rang in my head.
We locked eyes for about a minute but it looked like a hundred years, her words echoed in my head as I couldn't move away from it and I couldn't thrust into that wet p***y.
Her p***y clenched around my fingers, showed her nervousness and shock from the nun’s words too as she tried to pull my hand out.
“ f*****g hell.” Was I being turned into stone?I couldn't move a hand or a leg.
Scary s**t.
But soon, she turned her head, looked at the other sisters and her voice became warmer- wasn't cold and heartless. It gave light to the room, restored my breath.
Fuck!
That was scary, I almost peed on my pants.
I went plopping on the floor, I knelt and I bowed my head as I began reciting a prayer in a cold voic
