With Florence’s help, I finally got my hands on the attic key—she slipped it to me in secret, clearly wanting me to discover something. My curiosity burning, I made my way upstairs to uncover the truth behind the locked door. As I crept inside the dusty attic, a soft, breathy moan echoed through the air. Following the sound, I found a small crack in the floorboards—and what I saw below sent a jolt straight through me. There she was: Sister Helga, legs spread wide open, shamelessly pleasuring herself. Her fingers danced over her soaking wet pussy as she moaned in pleasure, completely unaware she was being watched. The sight was raw, wild, and erotic.
But that wasn’t the end of it.
The next day, driven by lust and curiosity, I returned to the attic. What I saw this time took things to another level. Helga was in full control—dominating none other than Mother Superior Marianne. Marianne was on her knees, worshiping Helga’s pussy and tongue-deep in her ass, while Helga rode the pleasure high. And just when I thought I’d seen it all, Helga exploded in a powerful squirt, soaking Marianne’s face completely. So much for holiness—this attic held more than just secrets. It was a window into the dark, twisted desires of the monastery’s most sinful sisters.
