Our bodies tangled in the dim confessional, slick with the remnants of our shared sins—c*m drying in sticky trails on skin, the air heavy with the sharp bite of sweat and the lingering tang of oil-smeared a*s. Father Elias whimpered against my shoulder, his breath hot and ragged, body still quaking from the strap-on's invasion.
But his eyes, red-rimmed and pleading, locked onto mine, then Maria's, hunger burning through the exhaustion. 'Sisters... don't stop. I need you both—inside me, around me, everywhere. Please, let me taste you, f**k you, be f****d until I break.' His voice was a needy rasp, hands clutching at our thighs, fingers slipping in the mess we'd made of each other.
Maria and I exchanged a glance, our own desires reigniting at his desperation. She nodded, wiping a smear of
