90-DAYS WET
She reached for herself, her fingers frantic, her breath coming in jagged gasps as she watched Joan move, as she watched Claire break.
"Filthy," Colette whispered to the empty, dark hallway, her own voice thick with a mix of fury and intense, forbidden arousal. "So fucking filthy."
She moved her hand faster, her own pleasure rising to meet theirs, her eyes burning with a desperate, clawing hunger. She watched them climax…a tangle of shuddering, gasping bodies.
They were a mess of sweat and noise, Claire’s voice a raw, unfiltered sound that didn't belong in a convent.
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