Sister Penny and Sister Darcie are missing

Sister Charlotte finds Sister Penny and Sister Darcie in the small side chapel, and their bodies entwine against the white stone wall. Naked and slick with sweat, they hold the beautiful new arrival, Lily, between them. Three women locked together. Lily's legs open wide. Penny is sucking the juice off Lily's swollen cunt lips while Darcie sits on her own hand, three fingers deep, circling her own hole as she watches. Each wet suck, each small cry is a sin that finds its way straight between Charlotte's thighs. She stands rooted in the doorway, fingers tracing the edge of her starched collar, the ache in her clit so fierce it makes her knees weak. The flood of heat and desire she has fought for so long pulses out in thick, unmistakable beats. The wet slap of bodies. Penny’s pink tongue flicking faster, dipping in deeper as she eats Lily with vulgar greed. Darcie moans and grinds against her fingers, then pulls them out and feeds her own cunt juice to Lily, making Lily suck them clean. Charlotte sees everything now, clear and raw. Lily leans back, sated, but the two nuns are only hungry for more. Penny pulls Sister Darcie over and settles her beneath Lily's mouth. Lily starts to lick Darcie and Darcie arches with a gasp as those new lips begin to work her. Sister Charlotte's vision blurs, sweat prickles beneath her wimple. She presses two fingers against the heavy cloth of her habit, finds the tiny, rigid point of her clit through layer after layer, and allows herself a single moment of pressure that leaves her eyes hot and wet.