Light the 23 year old up

You're wearing a demon mask, not like the Covid bullshit, like a fully covered Halloween horror story demon from Hades plastic jobber. It had been one of Erin's recommendations, and the effect of seeing a crimson eyed demon kick in the door must be some thing that will stick in sister Mary‘s memory for the rest of her life.

"I’m here for more sins," you growl lustily. Sister Mary screams and a brief confrontation breaks out. Let's spare you the details: she’s an average-sized, curvy 23-year-old, and you're a fairly imposing specimen of man. She 's been inhaling the destabilizing Chinese incense for almost half an hour while you remain immune from the nose plugs. Sister Mary fights, but it isn't a bitter hard struggle, and she seems to have no spirit left in her almost immediately once you snap one of her arms twisting behind her back, your sturdy legs right behind her wobbly, black-stocking-clad thighs.

Looking back at the video later with Erin, the Delta Delta sorority blonde casually sucking off your dick while you relive through and edit the footage together, you can see some thing in Sister Mary break only a few moments into the ****.

"Look~" Erin says, coming up for air from my rock hard erection. We'd snorted copious lines of Blow, and I could have sawed rebar in two with my flaring cock. "You see her face there? That’s what she used to look like when we would go out partying together, after a few too many drinks, or a couple of bumps of chemicals. That slack, vacant slut-eye openness... You see? That’s the Maggie I knew."

Back in real time from the flashforward - you push Sister Mary down, her face eating pillows onto the seat of the confessional. Muffled screams. Although you can’t see at the time, the video shows clearly Maggie's eyes closed, but there's almost a strange smear of a sexual smile on her face, the lines of her cheek curled up and involuntary braced. Carnal. When Sister Mary’s eyes flutter open as your hands menacingly pull up the hem of her long skirt, your fingers pinpoint focused, the pupils of her eyes sparkling despite the **** induced stupor.

It's beyond giving up, it's a true reversion to a sultry, slutty, sexual form of herself that she had been trying to barricade in for years in the cloistered clergy life.

"Please, don’t do this, please don’t **** me." The words come out hollow, Sister Mary’s underwear finally exposed after you gather up the fabric of the habit. Slut's soaked. Her cunt is twitching greedily and oozing. You grind your erection through your pants into the hot, wet mess of her backside, the blonde nun's soaked through her little white panties, the fabric sticking to her pussy lips and sweet little butt hole. Sister Mary pushes her pelvis back, more **** than self-defense.

"Shut up, you whore." You reach out your right hand and grip Sister Mary by the back of the neck, shaking her face into the smeared wooden confessional seat, the cassock seat glittering with her undeniable arousal juices. Your left hand strokes her sex from front to back, her recently neglected holes twitching and a jagged inhalation of breath from the nun. Pulling her up by the neck to a standing position, you keep Sister Marie‘s knees pinned against the confessional seat, whispering savagely in her ear while **** her intimidatingly. "You feel how wet your snatch is? You’re fucking flooding this place listening to my sick, nasty, sinful transgressions. Oh, you want this. You want this... even if you don’t think so..."

Sister Mary‘s eyes flutter in narco-out, and she murmurs more denials, but you can feel her pussy, wet, and her backside, sliding involuntarily against the clothed **** weapon you're packing in your jeans. You shake the ****-nun by the neck and **** off her words.