Barbara continued to rub the holy symbol against her erect n****e as Slate further lashed her tongue inside the young nun. Lips pressed against her s*x, pulling on her petals and against that hard bud-like aching. She felt Slate's lips slide over it and felt it be sucked in to Slate's mouth.
Pleasure burst into her like never before. If Barbara had been standing, her knees would've given way. A moan escaped her lips into the room and out into the night. Surprised, but still steeped deep in pleasure, she slapped her hand over her lips.
What was it that had been touched? Barbara could almost recall - a seed of sin, they had said. Something used against women long ago to lead them astray. A c******s. In the stiffness of the Abby, it was no wonder Barbara had forgotten it! It had been a beac
