Time to crank up the Hellfire heat

"Sister! You’re not saying you’re getting turned on from this, are you?" You put your most incredulous voice on, as though you couldn’t possibly be serious although you know damn well the nun's pussy is now probably a flood.

"What what? No! I mean- how dare-"

"Well you sound really, I don’t know... your voice is all off and your breathing is crazy and…" You take a moment to reach down into your bag of final prep goods. You need to obscure your face with a mask before doing the dirty with the blonde nun...

Slipping the mask over your hair and ears, Sister Mary’s meek protests are temporarily muffled, but you decide to ignore them and keep going anyway.

"And the way that you keep moving in your seat, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were almost playing with yourself in there.... while listening to me tell you these dirty stories. You're getting off to them, aren't you?"

Mask secure, you grab the satchel in your offhand: there’s a loud shift as Sister Mary moves, trying to stand mayhaps, with an unsturdy groan.

"Absolutely not, I’m… I’m just…"

"Listen, sister. I’ve heard lots of desperately horny girls try and deny their feelings before. I just told you 20 stories about them! I know that voice when I hear it…"

"I just… I just need to…"

You can hear my Sister Mary get up, or try to. Time to go, bruh!

"Maybe we should do face-to-face? Maybe you want some of what I’ve been talking about… get out of these stifling booths..."

"Yes, I mean. No, I mean."

Before the stunned and well-dosed n unis able to react, you’ve thrown open the door of your confessional, skirted around it, and have your hands on Sister Mary’s confessional door handle. It’s locked as you try it with a vicious shake.

"NO! WH- what are you doing? I don’t---- Stay out!"

It only takes two well aimed kicks to bring the confessional door in, splintering ripe at the lock. You're face to face with Sister Mary, and you're more than pleased that she looks just as hot as she did it in Erin's dossier photographs.

Luscious lips made up inappropriately with pink ruse, blonde hair slipping out of the corners of her black and white habit. A clear layer of perspiration down Sister Mary's young face, but her skin is incredibly pale and wan from the 'knockout' incense: the smooth white creamy skin accenting her brown eyelashes, again a slight touch of pink eyeshadow contrasting strongly with her pale face. Sister Mary’s large brown eyes fly open, and her mouth drops at the sight of you.

"Stay- stay away!"