Chapter 2
After the baptism, I lingered in the church, my white robe dripping water onto the stone floor, the fabric clinging to my skin like a second layer.
His c*m was trickling down my inner thigh under the robe, warm and sticky, mixing with the baptismal water that still soaked me.
Every step I took made it slide further, a constant reminder of what we'd just done in front of the entire congregation.
My p***y throbbed from the f*****g, swollen and sensitive, but already aching for more, the congregation milled about, shaking hands and chatting in low voices, their faces beaming with that post-service glow.
No one suspected a thing, the water hid our secret, and their closed eyes during the prayer had kept them blind to Father Elias slamming his c**k into me right there in the h
