เข้าสู่ระบบAfter the first time on the altar, Raffaele gave her no rest. He carried Clara in his arms to the front pew of the church, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm and her swollen pussy dripping cum mixed with a thin thread of virginal blood.“It’s not over yet, little nun,” he murmured against her neck, his voice hoarse with lust. “Tonight I’m going to profane every sacred corner of this place.”Clara could barely speak. Her legs shook, her veil was completely crooked, and her habit was torn at the front. But when Raffaele placed her on all fours on the polished wooden pew, she didn’t resist. She simply braced her hands on the back of the pew in front of her and lowered her head, sobbing softly.Raffaele lifted her habit up to her waist, exposing her round, thick ass, her thighs marked with purple hickeys, and her red, swollen, dripping pussy.“Look at this…” he groaned, running his large hand over her ass. “Freshly fucked pussy, still leaking my cum. Perfect.”He
Clara could barely stay still in her cell. Her entire body burned. Her thighs still carried the purple marks Raffaele had left the night before. Every time she moved, she felt the sensitive skin pull, reminding her of how she had cum in his mouth, right there on the altar.She tried to pray. She really did. But the words came out empty. All she could think about was his thick cock and the promise he had made: *Tomorrow I’m going to fuck you for real.*The door to her cell opened without warning.Raffaele entered, shirtless, his broad chest marked by scars and tattoos, the wound nearly healed. His black eyes seemed to gleam in the dim light. He said nothing. He simply extended his hand.Clara knew there was no point in resisting. Her body had already decided.She took his hand. Raffaele pulled her to him and kissed her hungrily, his tongue invading her mouth, dominating. When he pulled away, she was breathless.“Today you become truly mine,” he murmured against her lips. “Today I take
Clara couldn’t sleep. Her body burned. Between her legs, her pussy throbbed nonstop, swollen and wet ever since the hidden touches during the day. She had changed her panties three times, but nothing helped. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Raffaele’s thick fingers thrusting inside her, his hoarse voice ordering her to cum, his cock in her mouth, her veil pulled like a collar.She was lying on the narrow bed in her cell, still wearing her habit, when the door opened slowly.Raffaele entered like a shadow. Tall, imposing, his bare chest marked by the tattoo and the bandage. His black eyes gleamed in the dim light.“Get up,” he ordered, his voice low and deep.Clara sat up on the bed, her heart racing.“Rafe… no… it’s late. Someone might—”He didn’t let her finish. He crossed the room in two long strides, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to her feet. Her body collided against his broad chest.“Tonight I’m going to taste you properly,” he murmured against her ear, his stubble scra
The sun had barely risen when Clara woke up startled in her simple cell. Her entire body ached with tension. Between her legs, she could still feel the throbbing from the orgasms of the previous night — first in the basement, then against the altar. The panties she had changed before bed were wet again just from remembering.“This can’t continue…” she murmured, squeezing her eyes shut tightly.She got up, carefully adjusted her habit, pinned her long black hair under the white veil, and went straight to the chapel. She prayed for almost two hours. She asked for strength. She asked for forgiveness. She asked for the desire burning in her belly to disappear.But the more she prayed, the more her body betrayed her. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Raffaele’s face — those hungry black eyes, the dirty smile, his large hand pulling her veil like a collar.“I’m not going down there today,” she decided out loud after finishing her prayers. “I’m going to stay away. He’ll leave soon.”It
The moon could barely break through the heavy clouds when Clara ran out of the basement. Her habit was bunched up, her veil crooked, and her body still trembled from the two orgasms Raffaele had ripped from her. Between her legs, wetness slid down the inside of her thick thighs, ruining her panties. His taste still lingered in her mouth—salty, strong, forbidden.She climbed the stairs as if the devil himself were chasing her. And in a way, he was.“Forgive me… forgive me…” she murmured nonstop, tears streaming down her face as she ran through the dark corridor of the convent.Her heart beat wildly. Guilt weighed like lead on her chest. She had knelt. She had opened her mouth. She had sucked that man’s cock like a cheap whore. And the worst part: she had enjoyed it. She had come twice, moaning his name through her tears.“I’m weak… I’m a sinner…” she whispered, her voice broken.She didn’t go to her cell. She went to the chapel.The side door creaked as she opened it. The chapel was em
Night fell heavily on the convent.Clara descended the basement stairs carrying a small kerosene lamp. Her heart pounded so hard she could feel the pulse in her throat. She had spent the entire day trying to pray, trying to ask for forgiveness, trying to forget what had happened that afternoon. But her body wouldn't let her. Between her legs it still throbbed, the panties she had changed twice were still damp. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his fingers glistening as they emerged from her vagina.She didn't want to go down.But she couldn't stay away.When she opened the basement door, Raffaele was sitting on the old mattress, his back against the wall, his legs stretched out. His shirt was open. The bandage on his chest looked clean. He slowly looked up as she entered, and a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face."You came alone," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "Good girl."Clara stopped near the door, holding the lamp with both hands.— I… I only came to bring light.







