Day by day, I was making progress—quietly finding car parts and repairing the vehicle bit by bit, making sure the nuns never suspected a thing. Everything was going smoothly… until Helga nearly caught me off guard. She approached with that sly, knowing smile, making small talk about the church. But then, without warning, she began slowly peeling off her clothes, revealing her soft curves under the dim candlelight of the altar. Her intent was clear—she wanted me to stay.
Before I could even think, she was on her knees, taking me deep into her warm, wet mouth. Her lips and tongue worked in perfect rhythm, sending waves of pleasure through me. It was the most intense, toe-curling blowjob I’d ever experienced. When I finally came, I coated her beautiful face with a thick, sticky load—and she loved every drop. The next day, I crossed paths with Ayla in the church. She was sitting alone in the confession booth, whispering sins to no one in particular. I offered to listen, thinking I was just being kind—but my presence clearly stirred something in her.
Her breathing quickened, her eyes darkened with desire, and before long, she was grinding against me in the narrow space of the booth. Her wet heat wrapped around me as she rode me hard, every thrust making her moan louder. She clung to me tightly, squeezing me inside her until she came, and I filled her with a deep, warm creampie—sealing our secret sin.
