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Joan let out a surprised yelp, her hands coming up to steady Claire, but Claire didn't let go.
She pressed her face into Joan’s chest, her mouth finding a nipple, sucking it hard, pulling at the skin with a hunger that caught Joan completely off guard.
"Claire, stop! What…" Joan started, but the protest died in her throat.
"Touch me," Claire gasped, her voice trembling, no longer the shy, quiet sister. "Please, Joan. I need you to touch me."
Claire jammed Joan’s fingers between her legs, grinding her clit against the older nun's knuckles, forcing the contact. Joan’s eyes widened, her initial shock turning into a slow, dark spark of realization. She felt the heat, the absolute desperation rad
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