Tears streamed down Lilith's flushed, ruined face, tracing hot rivers through the sweat already soaking her skin. Drool poured freely from her lips, splattering messily onto her trembling chest, soaking into the ripped cloth of her nun's robes.
Her entire body shook from the effort — small spasms running up her legs and arms, making her fingers tremble helplessly against the floor.
Each heavy, punishing thrust dragged a fresh jolt of shameful pleasure through her battered throat.
Her sacred treasure burned hotter — her pussy pulsing wildly against the soaked cloth of her panties, the damp heat now practically steaming between her thighs.
Every humiliating gag sent a tremor of forbidden ecstasy racing along her spine, like every new violation cracked her mind a little deeper.
It's so wrong... so sinful... so disgusting...
And yet... why does it feel so good?
