Father Marcus's fingers pushed deeper through the lattice, stretching Elena's tight p***y wide. The wooden partition pressed hard against her bare skin, the varnished edges digging into her thighs and stomach. It hurt, but the pain only added to the intense pleasure building inside her. His thick fingers curled inside her, finding that spot, that perfect spot that made her entire body light up like a live wire. She grabbed the sides of the confessional booth and held on, her knuckles white, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
"You are close," Father Marcus said, his voice a low, rough whisper through the lattice. "I can feel your cunt squeezing my fingers. You are right on the edge. But you do not c*m until I tell you to. Do you understand?"
"I understand," Elena sobbed, her body t
