Blow him even harder
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(Created page with '''Atta girl, I knew you were sick.'' You hock saliva onto the head of his cock and go to town again. "NoooOO! Ahh.." He's becoming incoherent. "Unnnh....Unnhh." Your tongue fla…')
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Atta girl, I knew you were sick.
You hock saliva onto the head of his cock and go to town again.
"NoooOO! Ahh.." He's becoming incoherent. "Unnnh....Unnhh." Your tongue flashes around the head of his penis. Scraping, tugging. You're three fingers into your own bush when you realize he's no longer pulling away from you- he's pushing into you.
Mine.
You work a rhythm on both of you. Going deeper on each in turn, until you feel your own eyes rolling back in your head. The pleasure seeping from between your thighs is causing sounds you didn't think a woman could make.
You sense his load before he cums. You spit him out and give him a savage twist with your right hand. His groan of release is less human than yours and he sprays all over the front of you. Been awhile, father?
You go of him and he crashes to earth like a wet rag. The sound, your madly pumping fingers and the thought of you squatting in a confessional, with cum-stained tits swaying under you puts you over the top.
Unnnnnnnnnnngh You lie back and let it take you over. Convulsing limbs and arched back.
"Jesus Chri-!" You stop yourself. Not for blasphemy - the door to the confessional is open.
A young, attractive nun is standing in the doorway, mouth open.
She moves to cover her mouth, and a cell phone falls until it is jerked short by a cord. Earbuds.
The young nun is wearing earbuds.
You process that. She processes your flushed and obviously sex-stained nakedness.
Do you:
| You are possessing: |
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| Young-Looking, Pretty Mother |
