Sins of Sister Summers

Angell Summers is a nun who shouldn’t be trusted with a pen or a prayer. She keeps a little black book, and every page is soaked with filthy thoughts about Father Deen and Father Wylde. Tonight her fingers can’t wait. She drags a cold silver cross between her legs, grinding on it like it’s already one of their cocks, while her mind flashes pictures of their muscled arms and thick shafts owning her. The door cracks open. The fathers stand there, reading the sins she’s scribbled in ink and sweat. Their eyes go hard. One yanks her to her feet, the other rips the habit open at the back. They bend her over the pew, wrists cinched with their own belts, and stripe her tight ass with a leather strap until it glows red. Then they take what they’ve earned. Father Deen buries his fat dick in her dripping cunt while Father Wylde lines up behind her, pushing every inch of his heavy cock into her clenched ass. She sobs, she screams, she comes like the devil’s own whore, split wide and dripping, both holy men pounding without mercy until they flood her insides and leave her shaking in the ruins of her ruined faith.