The Power Of Lust

Kitana Lure had the older woman’s body, full breasts pushing against her habit, and she used it to her advantage. She pushed Angelika Grays down onto the stone bench inside the hidden chapel. Angelika’s own tits were heavy, natural, and they rose and fell fast under the thin black cloth. Kitana leaned in, licked the younger woman’s ear, then spoke low. “You keep saying you want to be pure, but your cunt is soaked through your panties.” Angelika gasped, guilty and wet at the same time. Kitana dragged the habit up, spread the blonde’s knees, and pressed two fingers straight into her. Angelika bucked once, then opened her legs wider, giving in. Kitana pumped her hand, slow and deep, thumb grinding over the swollen clit. Every thrust made Angelika’s big breasts bounce. The wet sounds filled the cloister. Kitana pulled her fingers free, slick and shiny, then licked them clean while Angelika watched, cheeks burning. She leaned back, lifted her own heavy tits out of her habit, and offered them. Angelika sucked one hard nipple into her mouth, nursing like she needed it to breathe. Kitana held the back of her head, hips rocking, rubbing her own bare cunt against Angelika’s thigh. She whispered, “If this is sin, I want more of it,” and Angelika moaned around the nipple, fingers sliding down to find Kitana’s dripping folds. They stayed locked like that, habits open, bodies bare, taking every stroke and lick they had denied themselves for so long.