The next day, Sister Evelyn could barely focus on her duties. Her body still ached deliciously from the way Marcus had claimed her on the altar. His thick c*m had leaked out of her all morning, a constant filthy reminder of her fall from grace. She had texted him secretly during afternoon prayers: “My quarters. Tonight. 9 PM. The reverend is away again.”
Marcus arrived right on time. The moment the door to her private quarters closed behind him, he grabbed her. Their mouths crashed together in a hungry, desperate kiss. Clothes flew off in seconds. Evelyn’s dress landed in a heap on the floor, leaving her completely naked, full heavy t**s, hard n*****s, and her p***y already dripping with fresh arousal.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day,” she moaned against his lips. “I fingered
