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BOOK 3 - Big Boobs Nun

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Book 3 - Big Boobs Nun

The stale air in the confessional booth pressed in, thick with the scent of old wood and unspoken sins. Sister Agnes knelt on the other side of the screen, her voice a reedy whisper that barely carried through the grilles. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," she began, her tone a practiced piety that barely masked the tremble in her words.

Her white habit, usually so prim and starched, seemed to strain today, particularly over the generous swell of her chest, which rose and fell with each agitated breath.

Father Michael, on his side, felt a familiar pull in his gut. He was a man of God, committed to his vows, but Sister Agnes was a constant, exquisite challenge to his resolve. He could sense her innocence, her genuine devotion, yet underneath it, a simmering sensuality she seemed utterly unaware of.

His gaze, though meant to be directed at the grille, found itself repeatedly drawn downward, past the coarse fabric, imagining the soft, heavy flesh beneath. He
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