Lahat ng Kabanata ng Taboo: Ties and Sins - Fetishes: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

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

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

Father Lucas pulled his still-throbbing cock out of Clara’s drenched pussy with a wet, obscene sound. A thick strand of white, translucent cream dripped from her stretched entrance, sliding down her slit to her pink little asshole. He looked at the nun with wild eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly.“Come here, you holy whore. Now you’re going to lie right in the middle of the altar, like a living offering to me.”He grabbed her hips firmly, lifted her body as if she weighed nothing, and laid her on her back on the cold marble altar. The contrast was immediate: Clara’s hot, sweaty skin against the icy stone made her arch her back and let out a long moan. Her black habit was bunched up around her waist, her large breasts spilling out to the sides, hard nipples pointing toward the church ceiling. Her thick thighs were spread wide by him, almost into a split, exposing everything shamelessly.Her shaved pussy glistened obscenely in the candlelight — swollen, red, the outer lips part

Father Lucas was still panting, his cock throbbing inside Clara’s pussy, which pulsed with weak spasms after the second violent orgasm he had ripped from her on top of the altar. The cold marble was wet and slippery with so much honey, sweat, and cum that kept flowing nonstop from the nun’s wrecked cunt. He slowly pulled his cock out with an obscene, wet sound, watching the red, gaping hole twitch and vomit a thick thread of white cream mixed with her juices.“Fuck… look at what I did to this nun pussy… completely destroyed, all open… but I’m not done with you yet, you holy whore. Now it’s your virgin ass’s turn to meet the priest’s cock.”He grabbed Clara by the waist with both large hands and flipped her body face-down on the altar as if she were a doll. Her face pressed against the cold marble, her large breasts crushed against the stone, hard nipples rubbing the icy surface. Her big, white ass was raised perfectly, fully exposed. The rosy, wrinkled little asshole, still intact, wi

She picked up the pace, riding him with fury now, rising almost to the head of his cock and slamming back down hard, her ass cheeks slapping against his thighs. The sound was loud and indecent: *plap-plap-plap-plap*, echoing through the empty nave and mixing with the sighs of the plaster saints watching motionless from the walls. Her pussy made wet, squelching noises every time it swallowed his cock, white cream and old cum dripping down the thick base and coating his balls.Father Lucas gripped her waist harder, helping with the movement, thrusting up savagely and hitting deep with every descent. Clara’s breasts bounced wildly, and he reached up, grabbing them, squeezing hard and tugging on her stiff nipples as if he wanted to rip them off.“Take it, you holy whore… take this cock deep… look at how your tits bounce… so big… so naughty… squeeze that pussy tighter… milk your priest’s cock… that’s it… just like that… grind that wrecked ass while you ride me…”Clara leaned her body forwa