In front of me, Sister Martha, still sitting in her leather armchair, had begun to pull up the skirt of her habit, parting her legs a little as she did so. My eyes barely had time to focus before I felt Sister Monique grab hold of my hair from behind, bunching it in her clenched fist, pulling it tight and lifting my head. Her other hand then moved back under my crotch, this time finding its way onto the slick lips of my now drenched sex...
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