Thorne's POV.
My c**k thrust deep into Sister Mary’s mouth, rough, relentless, her lips stretched tight around me, gagging, wet, and desperate.
I knelt over her face, my hand fisted in her hair, pulling hard, jerking her head up to meet every brutal snap of my hips. Her choked moans..
“Mmmf… ughh.. ahh..” vibrated against me, tears streaming down her face, her eyes wide, wild, begging for air but burning with want.
“Keep f*****g yourself, Mary,” I snarled, my voice thick, raw. “Don’t let those candles slip, or I swear I’ll shove another in that wild little cunt of yours.”
Her hand trembled, thrusting the three candles in and out of her p***y, juices dripping, staining the sheets, her moans muffled but loud...
“Nngh… Father… mmm…” her body shaking under me.
I f****d her mouth harde
