MasukFather Lucas gave her right buttock a hard slap, making the flesh tremble and turn red immediately."Open your legs, whore. Show me that wet pussy. I want to see your hole throbbing with lust."Clara obeyed, opening her legs as wide as she could, sticking her buttocks out even more. Her pussy opened slightly, revealing its pink and soaked interior. A thick stream of lubrication slowly trickled down and dripped onto the floor."Look, Father… my pussy is drooling for you. It's all swollen, hot, ready to be eaten. Stick that big cock in now… fuck me… I'm a virgin, but I want you to tear me apart."Father Lucas spat in his hand, spread the saliva on his already wet cock, and positioned the thick head at the entrance of her tight pussy. He rubbed the head up and down the wet slit, provoking her swollen clitoris, making Clara moan and writhe."Can you feel it, sister? Can you feel the head of your priest's cock hitting your nun's little entrance? This cunt has never been touched by anyone…
Father Lucas emerged from the confessional like an animal leaving its cage. His eyes burned with pure lust. Without a word, he grabbed Sister Clara by the hair with brute force, twirling the dark strands around his thick fingers. She let out a sharp moan of surprise and pleasure as he pulled her up and dragged her down the church's central aisle, her knees scraping the cold, ancient marble floor. "On your knees, you whore of God. Right here, in front of the main altar. I want you to worship your priest's cock as if it were the most sacred host." Clara fell heavily to her knees, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of devotion and lust. Her habit was still pulled up to her waist, her shaved vulva glistening with the honey that dripped down her thick thighs. Her large breasts were exposed, nipples hard and red from previous bites. The rain was now falling heavily outside, beating against the old tiled roof, but inside the church the only sound that mattered was their heavy breathing. Wit
He didn’t answer with words. He pulled his underwear down and his cock sprang free, heavy and swaying. It was truly big — around 20 centimeters long, as thick as her wrist, with bulging veins running along its entire length. The head was red and swollen, glistening with the clear precum that oozed from the slit. His balls were heavy and full, covered in neatly trimmed dark hair.Clara let out a long, high-pitched moan at the sight.“My God in heaven… what a magnificent cock… so thick… so big… look at that swollen head, it looks like it’s going to burst. And that smell… it smells like a real man, like concentrated cum. Father Lucas… I want to suck it. May I?”He gripped the base of his cock and swung it in front of her face.“Not yet, Sister. First you’re going to tell me more. While you speak, you’re going to spread that pussy with your hands. I want to see your little fingers opening those juicy lips while you confess your filthy sins.”Clara obeyed instantly. Still kneeling, she spr
The main church of Santa Luzia was immersed in the heavy silence of 10 PM. The humid heat of Minas Gerais gave no relief, even at night. The air inside the temple felt thick, laden with old incense, melted wax, and the subtle scent of human sweat that had seeped into the ancient wood. Only the crackling of votive candles flickering in the side candelabras broke the quiet, along with the distant rumble of thunder announcing a heavy rain over the mountains.Sister Clara knelt slowly inside the confession booth, the wooden bench creaking under her knees. The thick black habit clung to her body like a second skin, soaked with sweat. Her heavy breasts, normally hidden beneath layers of fabric, pressed against the damp material, clearly outlining her hardened nipples, stiff from the lust that had been consuming her for hours. Between her legs, her shaved pussy throbbed, far too wet. Her juices were dripping down her inner thigh, being absorbed by the habit. She took a deep breath, inhaling
One week later, the 28th floor was silent once again. The workday had ended nearly two hours ago. Most of the lights were off, leaving only the yellowish glow of the lamps in Albert’s main office. Cleia already knew what it meant when he sent her a short message at 19:47: “Come to my office. Now.”She entered without knocking, her heart racing, her pussy already beginning to throb with anticipation. Albert was seated behind the mahogany desk, his suit still impeccable, but his tie loosened and the top button of his shirt undone. At 48 years old, he looked even more imposing in the dimness, his dark eyes fixed on her as if he were already imagining every way he would use her.“Close the door,” he ordered, his voice low and hoarse.Cleia obeyed, turning the key with trembling fingers. The click sounded definitive.Albert rose slowly and walked to the center of the room. He stopped just a few steps away from her, looking her up and down. Cleia was wearing the tight white dress shirt and
Albert pushed the three fingers all the way in and left them there, pressing hard against her sensitive spot while his thumb vibrated against her clit. Cleia came right there at the dinner table, with three investors sitting less than a meter away. The orgasm was silent but violent: her pussy clenched hard around his fingers, squirting a little hot honey that ran down Albert’s hand and soaked her thigh.She pressed her lips tightly together, pretending to cough again, her whole body trembling subtly.Albert slowly withdrew his fingers, discreetly wiping them on the linen napkin before continuing the conversation as if nothing had happened.“As I was saying, the contract is practically closed. It only depends on your signatures.”The dinner dragged on for another forty minutes. Cleia spent the rest of the time with her thighs pressed together, her pussy sensitive and throbbing, the dress wet between her legs. Every time she moved, she felt her own honey dripping.When they finally said






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