Sister Agnes:
I couldn't believe how good it felt, my fingers buried deep inside my slick p***y, sliding in and out with that wet, squelching sound that always made me hotter. The dim light of the convent's back room filtered through the cracked window, casting shadows over the stone walls, but who cared about that? My sisters, Beatrice and Clara, were right there with me, sprawled out on the old wooden benches we'd dragged together to make a makeshift bed. Beatrice had her legs spread wide, her hand working furiously between her thighs, her breaths coming in sharp gasps as she pinched her n****e with her free hand. Clara was on her back, knees bent, two fingers plunging into her ass while her thumb circled her c**t, her face flushed and eyes half-closed in bliss.
We'd been at it for wha
