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A reliable enemy: "I am a sinful man."
The man confessed hissin and committed another sin. There is no effort to hide thelust boiling in his light blue eyes.
It is almost blasphemousto depict a woman in a nun's uniform. Despite his missing eyes,the man did not feel guilty, but instead twisted his mouth,openly showing his joy at having finally trapped her here.
"Sister, you look just like my first love."
Her impure intentions were clearly evidentfrom the words she uttered when the man hiding in her confession burst open herdoor, grabbed her as she passed by, and dragged her in.
"If we confess our sins, the just God will forgive our sins..."
The sound of a priest celebrating noon massechoed throughout the cathedral and passed through the lattice doors and curtains of the confessional.
Everyone was so focused on the mass that they wouldn't even pay attention to this place, but thewoman fixed her anxious gaze on the closed door visible over the man's shoulder in the darkness.
The man, the embodiment of possessiveness, was so large that even thegaps in his vision were completely blocked. As if to only focus on me.
The dull sound of footsteps broke the breathtaking silence. Two bodies trapped in a crampedwooden box were touching each other with no room to put a hand.
Despite the stoic appearance thatcovered her entire body, the woman who was well versed in lust knew very well that the hardobject pressing down on her lower abdomen was not her pistol.
" Now? Here? "
The embarrassed woman spoke firmly, pushing away theman's lips that were trying to overlap hers with her hand.
"TheSacrament of Confession must be witnessed by a priest."
"Isn't the holy water that can wash away my sins onlyspringing from the nun's body?"
"Now you have sinned even more with those vulgar words, brother."
The man's light laughter tickled the woman'sfingertips.
"Who mixes with their brother?"
The lustful tongue pushed out from the man's lips and wrapped around the woman'sfingers.
The fleshy lump slipped between her index and middle fingers and lazily lickedher finger from tip to tip. The woman's cheeks heated up as she felt like she wasseeing the familiar sight of a man licking between her legs from a different angle.
Itwas natural that a place that knew that feeling well would also become hot.
"Who has a brother's child? Two at that."
"Tsk..."
"Some animal is in heat while beingsucked by its brother."
The man laughed. I thought he had his eyes closed, but they were just downcast.When I followed my gaze, I saw that the black cloth under the white collar stoodout in a way that could not be called modest.
I couldn't go out like this.In fact, any thoughts of getting out of here had longsince disappeared.
"That's right, I'm not an animal."
The woman said, lifting the thigh trapped between theman's legs.
"Tsk..."
The reason the man groaned in pain was because her thighs were rubbingand pressing against his inflamed core.
"Unlike the beast you set on a nun?"
The man acknowledged through his actions that I was an animal. The woman stoppedhis hand as he tried to unbutton his pants and take out the sinful item.
"Before that..."
The woman lifted the hem of her nun's robe with both hands.The black cloth slowly rose up, revealing a sight that would make God sigh.The 'nun' gave an order, spreading her thighs, with pale flesh stickingout between the band of her black stockings and her holster.
"Wash your sinful mouth first."
The man falls on his knees as if repenting of his sinof lasciviousness. Crunchy.It's been a while since I heard the sound of underwear tearing. However, the sound ofbiting and sucking on the soft flesh inside could not be said because it had been a longtime.
"Ahhhh..."
Grace rolled the hem of her nun's robe over her lower abdomen and didher best to muffle her moans. Outside, the priest's sermon continued in a solemnatmosphere.
"That's right, I'm not a fortune teller."
This might be wrong. He wasa beast, no different from this man, craving lewd pleasure in asacred place and during sacred working hours.
"Ha, we're crazy."
Leon raised his eyes and looked at her, holding the small, even if swollen,piece of flesh in his mouth. She said his eyes.
When were we ever sane?
Tuk.
The moment the tip of her sharply curled tongue suddenlytouched the highly sensitive protuberance, a sharp sense of pleasure surged through herand took her breath away. Grace begged, her thighs trembling as he began to flick histongue against her extremely aroused clit without even giving her a chance to catch herbreath.
"Send it to me. Send it to me. Send it to me."
This man has developed a naughty habit of takinghis mouth off just before climax and watching Grace beg desperately. It was since she got herjob.
Two years have passed since 'Instant' died, but the manipulative fox is still alive and well.Leon responded by widening his eyes instead of using his tongue in earnest.
That ugly smile.
Even here, they may push themselves to the edge and take the liberty of speaking out.We'll see about it tonight.
"Let me go, baby, baby, please baby. "
Assoon as he begged, Leon's chest swelled greatly and hot, excitedbreath poured into her wet vagina. Surprisingly, Grace seemed to havesensed the man's excitement, and her pussy was getting even hotter.
He tightened his grip and shook his body.
"Ah, huh, hmm..."
The plea worked.
Leon opened his lips on the clitoris and peeled offthe thin flesh. The slippery tongue covered the peak of pleasure and rolled it again andagain.Fast, slow. Roughly, softly. It was a clever play of the tongue.
He would sometimes controlthe intensity of stimulation by puckering his lips and burying her clitoris into his flesh.Two large hands swept up and down my trembling thighs. As if trying to read something.
Hewas a man who knew very well that the more he stimulated Grace by following his body'srhythm rather than just pushing hard, the higher the level of pleasure Grace felt.
"Ahhhh.... Ugh, hamm...."
Grace gritted her teeth and tightened her strength downward. I try to suppress thepleasure that builds up as my flesh rubs, as if I were squeezing it between my legs.Because I know very well that the more I endure, the more overwhelming the climax willcome.
I can't believe you do this even though you have to quickly search for reviews.Grace was also a greedy beast.
"Oh, what should I do..."
Grace, who had to stretch out her toes before going, was unable to do anything elseas she stood there, so she lifted her heel and stood on her tiptoes.
As Grace ranaway unwillingly, Leon followed her to her mouth and covered her mouth with one hand.
"Hmph!"
The tongue spread the clitoris and lifted it up, opening the door to climax. All ofthe suppressed heat burst out at once and surged up to the top of her head. Theoverwhelming pleasure, like a tidal wave, gave rise to a climax as strong as athunderbolt.
I feel like I'm going crazy. Even though Grace was enjoying thedizzying moment when the boundary between body and mindcollapsed, she felt helpless.Wherever and whenever this man attacks me, I will eventually go crazy and spread mylegs.
It was all because Leon was terrible at it. He's not just good, he gets better astime goes by.
How can he do better than yesterday?
I thought he was crazy yesterday too.When I look at Leon as a person, it's really unfortunate, but I'm relievedthat I can only blame him. Grace had such selfish thoughts at this moment.
However, on the other hand, I have a desire to just not set other women up.
It's crazy, really.
"omg!"
The sound of her lips parting after suckingthe clitoris loudly echoed in the confessional. As soon as his head fell, herlegs lost their strength, and Leon let out a rough breath as he supportedGrace, who was trying to sit down.
Beneath his dazed and flushed face as ifhe had lost his soul, the round piece of flesh he was biting and sucking beatlike a small heart. Her moans of pain resonated deep in Leon's chest.
Even though I had never touched the area below the clitoris, the red, blood-filled vaginal openingspontaneouslycontracted and opened, exposing the inside.
There was water inside. He had no choice but to becomethirsty.As Grace watched Leon lick his wet lips with his tongue, she thought of an animal that hadtaken a bite. As soon as his lustful eyes turned to her face, they tilted between her legs.
"Sigh!"
He covered Grace's mouth with his palm and lowered his head. As the tip of histongue penetrated deep into her vagina, where her climax had not yet subsided, flamesflashed before her eyes as the thick, slippery flesh pushed inside, causing deep ripplesin her body.
Leon trembled and moaned, licking from the inside to the outside, and assoon as the hand covering her mouth was removed, a gasping sound came out ofGrace.
"Ha, why don't we just wash away the sins from that prettymouth?"
Grace's anxious gaze was on the curtain behind Leon'sback.
"Are all my sins washed away now, Sister?"
"The root of sin cannot be washed away."
Lips moistened with love juice drew a crookedline and pressed against Grace's lips. With a sticky kiss, he brought out another source ofsin from below the waist.This man probably believes that 90% of his sins were committed with thatitem.
"Go in all the ways that God has commanded you."
"Then, let's take the path that my God has allowed us."
To him, having sex in acathedral while mass was in full swing was not a sin. If Grace wants it, even doingsomething with a sinful object becomes atonement.Leon stood up and lifted Grace up.
While he was looking around behind thecurtain and at the side of the lattice window, Grace leaned against the wall,wrapped her legs loosely around his waist, and reached down out of habit.As I fumbled for the back pocket of his pants, I felt his hips stiffen in my hands.
The cunning snake in front raised its head even more straightly and licked Grace's vagina.
"Huh..."
Grace flinched after being hit directly on the clitoris. Unable to withstand my ownweight, I fell down again and grabbed the pillar of flesh with my hand before hitting myclitoris again.
Opening the small metal box in the back pocket of Leon's pants, taking out a condom, and peelingoff the paper strip were now easy to do with one hand. It was a familiar reaction that every timeGrace put her hand in her pocket and moved, his penis expanded harder and released clear liquidinto the gap at the tip.
"Ha."
A latex membrane was placed on the extremely squishy tip, as if it had already beeninside Grace. Her veins were throbbing as if they were going to burst.
I grabbed the ringwrapped around the pillar with my hand and pushed it down, and the man who was holdingGrace's chin groaned, arching his back into her hand as if he couldn't stand it anymore.
"Baby, can you please pray for me too?"
"Just be quiet."
I grabbed the pillar of flesh thatwas rubbing my palm promiscuously, and he let out a short laugh and gently bit myearlobe.Grace bit the tip of her penis into the fleshy space of the skeleton, like a candy beingbitten by a tantrum.
He bites down on the thick lump of flesh and uses his hand to cover theremaining condom all the way to the base of his penis. It was an extremely erotic sight.
Pretending it was a mistake, he pulled out slightly, and both the vaginal opening and handstightened and grabbed him by the chin. An excited breath burst out from deep in Leon's chest.
Grace let go and wrapped her arms around his neck. She gave permission toshake his hips. Or an order to shake it immediately.As ordered. Leon raised his slender legs further and pressed his waist.
The long pillar of flesh was immediately plunged into Grace's stomach.
"Ugh!"
"Ugh..."
Their eyebrows were furrowed in the same way. Assoon as he slid in without much resistance, the vaginal wall exertedtremendous pressure as if it was waiting and tried to chew him up.
Leon took a deep breath, suppressed the feeling of ejaculation already brewing, andraised his gaze upward. The ceiling of the confessional was so low that his head almosttouched it.
"Hold on tight." suppressed a moan.
"Hmm, hmm..."
A weak moan echoed in the sacredspace where sins were repented, along with the blasphemous noise of flesh meeting andrubbing promiscuously.
If someone were to open the door of this confessional right now,they would see the shocking sight of a nun clinging to a believer.Leon watched with heated eyes the woman wearing a nun's uniform and having her waistspanked.
Why is it so sexy even though she covers everything from head to toe?
To see this, I sneaked out of the house and followed Grace. You could have asked me to wear it to bedtonight, but if you're going to dress up, don't you think you should dress up for the right time and place?
"The reason I committed lese majeste is your fault, no matter what you do."
"I also want to besexy at any time and place, but that doesn't happen the way I want, right?"
Grace responded,lifting her head and leaning it against the wall. You say those arrogant words with a look onyour face that is about to fall apart, drunk with pleasure.
It didn't suit me at all, but even thatfeeling of discomfort was erotic. Well, well, well, well. Another noise mixed in with Leon'srhythm.
It was the sound made by the beads on the cross necklace hanging around Grace'sneck hitting each other. Grace followed Leon's gaze and lamented.
"Even the cross can'tchase away a lustful devil."
"Because you give off a sweet scent, it's bound to get aroused."
Leon buried his nose in the nape of the veiled neck and took a deep breath. Although hesprayed his perfume thickly like a smokescreen, he could clearly smell the scent thatGrace was trying to hide.
It's a smell I know well.
"A nun who smells like milk. You havecommitted blasphemy."
It was proof that it had become heavy with milk, so it wasunderstandable since it was lunch time.
"Hmm..."
He bundled up the hem of the black dress, put it in Grace's mouth like agag, and removed her bra. Round lumps of flesh were falling out, and even though Iwasn't sucking them, the nipples that had stood up on their own were bouncing in adifferent rhythm.
Is it new because I'm excited, or is it overflowing because it's too cold?
A little milk was already flowing out, and milky drops were forming hereand there on the pink nipples.
"It's time for a good dad to step up."
Leon put his hand inside his suit jacket. Even when Grace saw himtake out a glass baby bottle and shake it, she didn't call him crazy.