The Nun In The Library II
“YOU'RE so soft,” he breathed against her mouth. “So untouched...”
His fingers found the elastic of her simple cotton underwear, hooking it, pulling it aside. Her breath hitched, a gasp of shock and burgeoning desire. He didn't hesitate, his fingers slipping inside, finding the moist, swollen flesh of her p***y.
“Oh, God…” she moaned, the sound raw and desperate.
His thumb brushed against her c**t, a lightning bolt of sensation that made her hips buck involuntarily. “God won’t help you now, Sister. Only I can.” He began to stroke her, slowly at first, then with increasing pressure, his fingers dancing over her engorged c**t, plunging into her wet folds. A low, guttural moan tore from her throat. Her legs trembled, threatening to give way.
“You’re so wet,” he
