They were just not done yet. Their desires were still at its peak.
Their breaths mingled in the dim room, heavy and laced with the musk of their joining.
Hera could make out Father Richards facial structure from the silhouette in the dark, she could see his full lips.
Father Richard's d**k softened slowly inside Hera's c*m-filled p***y, but he made no move to pull out, savoring the way her inner walls fluttered around him, reluctant to release their prize. He lifted his head from her neck, his lips brushing hers in a deep, languid kiss—tongues sliding together slickly, tasting salt, sin and guilty pleasure.
“Are you always like this?” He asked in-between ministrations.
“Like how?” she managed to say.
“Sweet… slutty and angelic at the same time” he muffled, biting into her soft flesh.
