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DIRTY NUNS-2
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2026-04-25 00:16:35
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"Under the desk," Colette hissed, the command sharp.Claire didn't hesitate. She scrambled, her habit bunched and tangled, disappearing beneath the heavy, dark oak of the Reverend Mother’s desk. Colette took a frantic breath, straightened her glasses, smoothed her skirts, and composed her face into a mask of icy, professional authority.She picked up a fountain pen, pretended to study a document, and called out… "Enter."Sister Rosemary breezed in. She was a woman who moved with the nervous energy of a trapped bird, her eyes darting around the room as if she were cataloging every dust mote.She was known to be the convent’s loudest gossip, a woman whose loose tongue had already caused three sisters to be reassigned to distant missions. "Reverend Mother, forgive the intrusion," Rosemary chirped, her voice grating against Colette’s frayed nerves.“But the donations from St. Rita’s... the Bishop has already received word of the discrepancy. He’s absolutely livid, Mother. He has put you
90-DAYS WET DIRTY NUNS-2
"I've committed a terrible sin." Claire whispered the prayer into the cold morning air as she stood before the heavy oak door of the Reverend Mother’s office. Her voice was thin, trembling, a fragile sound that vanished instantly into the shadowed hallway of the convent. Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her, the knuckles white, her fingers digging into the fabric of her habit. She felt a sickening, hot swirl of guilt in her stomach…the memory of last night, of the wet, rhythmic slapping, of Joan’s skin against hers, of the way her own voice had betrayed her…all of it came rushing back. It was a sin. A terrible, soul-damning sin. And yet, the most shameful, terrifying part was that when she closed her eyes, she didn't feel the need to repent. She felt the ghost of Joan’s fingers and the lingering, phantom ache of her own pleasure.She took a breath, trying to steady the frantic pounding of her heart. She was a nun. She was a bride of Christ. She had no business feeling th
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"Forgive me, Lord, for I have sinned." Claire whispered the words into her pillow, the prayer sounding like a hollow lie in the dark, suffocating silence of the cell. She was curled on her side, her knees pulled up, her hand buried beneath the coarse wool of the blanket. Her nightgown was hiked up to her waist, the fabric bunching against her stomach. Her fingers, slick and trembling, pressed hard against her clit, rhythmic and desperate. Every time she felt the pressure build, a jolt of shame would hit her, and she’d pull back, panting, eyes wide in the dark. ‘Don’t do it. Just stop. Go to sleep.’But she couldn’t. The ache was too deep, the hunger too sharp. She started again, her middle finger finding her center, rubbing back and forth with a frantic, pulsing friction. She was sweating, her hair sticking to her forehead. She was so close…the sensation coiled in her belly like a spring…when the sharp click of the bathroom door echoed through the room.Claire froze, shoving her
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"Yo, Carter!"Joey’s voice was unmistakable…slurred, aggressive, and entirely too close. It was a jagged edge slicing through the private, illicit world they had constructed. Carter let out a ragged, tortured hiss. He couldn't stay. He couldn't move. Every instinct screamed at him to keep pushing, to lose himself in her, but the reality of the door…of his best friend, his brother from another mother, standing on the other side…was a tether pulling him back to earth.He withdrew, the wet, sliding sound agonizing, a vacuum of sensation that left them both shivering. He didn't give himself a second to recover. He scrambled off the bed, his feet hitting the cold floorboards. He was a mess…his skin flushed, his eyes wild, his boxers bunched and useless. He grabbed his jeans from the floor, his fingers clumsy, almost tearing the fabric as he hiked them up. He didn't even bother with the button, just kept them held up by the pressure of his belt, not fastening it. He lunged for the door
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The room was suffocatingly hot, a pressure cooker of pheromones and high-voltage tension.Jessie sat cross-legged in the center of the unmade bed, her hair a wild, beautiful mess, her chest rising and falling with jagged, shallow breaths. She felt the power humming in her blood…a sharp, electric current that had been dormant for years, now fully awake and roaring. Carter stood at the foot of the bed, his chest heaving, his eyes tracking the way her breasts swayed with her breathing. He was practically vibrating with the need to dominate, to grab her, to finish what he’d started by force. But Jessie wasn't the victim anymore. She had seen the way his jaw worked, the way his knuckles were white as he gripped his own hips. He didn't just want her; he was addicted to the idea of her. She leveled a stare at him, cold and imperious. "Kneel," she commanded. The word hung in the air, heavy and sharp. Carter’s face darkened, a flash of genuine irritation crossing his features. The star
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Jessie burst through the double doors into the foyer, her face a mask of scarlet fury and her chest heaving so hard the fabric of her oversized hoodie strained with every breath. The adrenaline from Carter’s fingers was still screaming in her veins, making her feel like she was vibrating. She didn't even see Joey until she nearly bowled him over."Whoa, watch it!" Joey shouted, his voice thick and slurred.He didn't even look at her face, just shoved an empty plate toward her chest. "About time you got back. I’m starving, Jess. Go flip some burgers or make me a sandwich. All this booze is hitting me hard."Jessie froze. She looked at the plate, then up at her brother's glazed, entitled expression. Something inside her..the quiet, invisible "Jane Doe" who had played servant for years…finally snapped."You know what, Joey?" Her voice wasn't a whisper. It was a razor-sharp crack that cut through the bass of the music. "Make it your-fucking-self. Or better yet, go ask one of your pathe
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