Alexis I lay there, breathless, thinking it was over. My body trembled, used and serviced beyond anything I ever imagined. But as I tried to catch my breath, Father Maxwell leaned in, brushing his lips softly against my ear.“It’s not done yet, sweetheart,” he whispered with that sweet warmth only he mastered.Before I could react, they were already tending to me, gently cleaning my skin with warm cloths. Their touch was soft, preparing me for something else. My arms were pulled above my head, held firmly in place by silk ropes. A soft gag was tied between my lips, silencing my growing whimpers.I could only watch as Father Maxwell uncorked a crystal bottle, filled with rich amber liquid.My eyes widened with curiosity, my heart pounding as he slowly drizzled it across my body.The sticky warmth trickled over my breasts, across my nipples, down my stomach, right between my thighs. I gulped. My nipples hardened instantly as the golden streams coated me entirely. I looked like some sa
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