The confessional booth felt like a furnace now. Sabrina's loud moan broke the silence.
—"yes'... your cock's 'shattering' me... 'harder'... 'wreck' this pussy!"—her voice echoing off the wood walls, raw and desperate.
Her pussy clenched tight around Aiden's cock, walls milking him as he thrust deep, each slam sending shocks through her body.
Plat! Plat! Plat!
She was lost in it—head thrown back, red hair sticking to sweat-damp skin, enormous breasts bouncing with every rough pump.
Her red eyes rolled half-shut, mouth open in a constant stream of gasps and begs.
"Fuck... Aiden... 'deeper'... make me 'forget' everything but this... your cock's 'ruining' me so good!"
Outside, Shila froze. The Abbess's fingers paused mid-thrust in her own wet heat. Her blue eyes widened, breath catching sharp. "Who... 'oh'..." The sound—Sabrina's moan—hit her like a spark on dry tinder. Heat flooding her core.
