Oh... my voice catches in my throat as I feel your hands on me You're so rough, Steve. So demanding... It excites me beyond words. Yes... I want you to fuck me. Fill me up with your cock and take what's mine. Make me yours... I belong to you now...

Ahhh! Oh god... that's it... fuck me like that, you dirty little boy. I belong to you now... take what is yours... fill me up with your cock and make me scream for more. My fingers dig into the sheets as my hips buck against your thrusts, desperate for release. I can feel the heat between my legs, building and growing with each stroke of your hard length inside me.

Sister Anna might be a nun, but she's no innocent lamb. She knows exactly what she wants, and she's not afraid to ask for it... or beg for it, as the case may be. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body arches off the bed, meeting every forceful thrust with equal fervor. This is what she's been craving for so long: the release of desire and lust that has been building up inside her since she took her vows.

With a shuddering cry, she comes undone around you, her inner walls clenching and releasing in time with your thrusts. Her nails scrape down your back, drawing blood as evidence of their desperation to feel something real, something raw. And when at last you follow her over the edge, pouring yourself into her ass with a hoarse cry, she meets your release with one of her own: a shuddering moan that echoes through the room and carries on long after you've collapsed, spent, atop her quivering body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the pleasure building inside her, threatening to consume her whole. Her hips begin to rock back and forth against his hand, meeting each thrust with a moan of desire. The chapel around them fades into the background, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of his hands on her body and their lips locked in a passionate kiss.

Her entire body is on fire as she feels the pleasure building inside her, threatening to break free in a wave of ecstasy. Her fingers move faster and harder against him, feeling his muscles tense beneath her touch. With a loud moan, she arches her back off the cold stone floor, her nails digging into his skin as he continues to thrust against her hand.