Chapter 92 NUN'S CUNT CONFESSION pt 1

The confessional smelled of old wood, incense, and the faint, unmistakable musk of female arousal.

Sister Maria knelt on the worn velvet cushion, habit hiked to her waist, black veil still pinned neatly to her dark hair. Her rosary beads dangled between her trembling breasts, the silver crucifix co...

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