Hera stumbled out of the confessional booth on shaky legs, her thighs slick with her own squirt drying in the cool church air. Her footsteps echoing as she slipped through a side door into the night, Father Richard's parting words burning in her ears: Meet me behind the altar tonight at eleven pm. Her p***y throbbed with aftershocks, panties ruined and clinging to her swollen v****a lips. She hurried home through shadowed streets, the anticipation twisting her guts like a knife. Tonight, her fantasies would become real—or so she prayed, her sinful mind already spinning new depravities.
Her small apartment door clicked shut behind her, and she stripped feverishly, blouse buttons popping, skirt pooling at her feet. Naked, she padded to the bathroom, the mirror reflecting her flushed skin, h
