Aroused Nun, Horny Surfer

Lower back presses and caresses progressed to pelvis. Passing the waist, the fingers splayed out along the sides. They did not stretch; she was small. Continuing, they approached her upper bottoms. They were firmer than the more squishy rest, but already she could feel the sensations reaching towards her anus. The sphincter was beginning to feel stimulated. It was mild compared to what she was feeling in her vagina but….

Bertrille realized she was still feeling aroused. Or as Frances called it, horny. Still? She maybe feeling even more of it than before her back and head were manipulated! “Maybe” because she hadn’t even been aware of just how she had shamefully been turned on by seeing tens of nude bodies until it was pointed out to her. And it had been the sinful hedonist psych who had told her. Bertrille rolled away from the hands that were too good to be good!

One hand remained against her skin, tracing a furrow along and around her flesh. It slid all the way to her lower belly. Then pushed against her pubic bone!

More need erupted inside her vagina and outward. More wetness leaked from Frances’s sex. She didn’t remember ever being this horny!