The sun had barely crested the horizon when I stirred from the pile of exhausted bodies on the chapel floor. My muscles ached from the night's exertions, but my c**k stirred at the memory of those four sinful sisters writhing under me, their p*****s and mouths claiming every inch of my flesh. Sister Maria's full t**s pressed against my chest, her breath warm on my neck. Elena's lithe form curled against my side, one hand idly tracing my thigh. Theresa and Lucia lay tangled at my feet, their asses still marked with faint red handprints from my grips.
No regrets clouded my mind—only a hunger for more. The convent's vows meant nothing now; we'd forged a new sacrament in sweat and seed. As the others began to wake, murmuring soft prayers twisted into pleas for pleasure, I sat up, my shaft alr
