Sister Margaret’s fingers trembled as she continued unbuttoning her habit.
One by one, the buttons came undone. The black fabric parted slowly, revealing pale skin that had never seen the light of day like this. Her simple white bra came into view, modest and plain, covering breasts that had been hidden for decades.
Lucien watched her with dark, predatory hunger, his thick c**k still rock hard and glistening from being inside me.
“That’s it,” he murmured, voice like velvet wrapped around steel. “Keep going, Sister. Let us see what you’ve been hiding all these years.”
Margaret’s breathing was shallow and fast. Her eyes kept darting to me — lying there with my legs still spread, c*m leaking from my ruined p***y — then back to Lucien’s powerful, naked body.
I should have felt shame. Inst
