On a Sunday morning, Sister Margaret slipped out of the church, her heart pounding with desire. She couldn’t shake off the thoughts of the mysterious brunette woman she had met during the confession. The woman’s sultry voice and the way she described her sins in such detail had aroused the nun’s desires.
Margaret hurried to the nearby alley, her long hair in disarray, her habit billowing behind her. She spotted the woman, dressed in fishnet stockings and a leather jacket, leaning against the brick wall.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” the woman said, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Without a word, Margaret approached her, their bodies mere inches apart. The nun gazed into the woman’s eyes, and then leaned in, pressing her lips against the stranger’s. The kiss was electric, and Margaret could feel her body responding, her nipples hardening beneath her habit.
The woman’s hand snaked under Margaret’s robe, cupping her breast, and the nun gasped with pleasure. She returned the favor, slipping her hand inside the woman’s jacket, tracing her fingers over her nipples.
“Let’s go someplace more private,” the woman murmured, and Margaret nodded, following her to a nearby hotel.
Once inside the room, the woman wasted no time, pushing Margaret onto the bed, and climbing on top of her. They kissed again, their tongues dancing together, as the woman unfastened Margaret’s habit, revealing her naked body beneath.
The woman’s mouth closed over Margaret’s breast, and she moaned with pleasure, her hips bucking upwards. The woman switched to the other breast, teasing the nipple with her teeth, as her hand drifted downwards, between Margaret’s legs.
Margaret spread her legs wider, welcoming the woman’s touch. She gasped as the woman’s fingers found her clit, rubbing it in slow circles.
“You’re so wet,” the woman murmured, her voice husky with desire.
Margaret moaned in response, her hips grinding against the woman’s hand. She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tensing, and then she cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure.
The woman didn’t give her time to catch her breath, pushing Margaret’s legs wider, and positioning herself between them. She entered Margaret slowly, her cock filling the nun’s pussy.
Margaret wrapped her legs around the woman’s waist, pulling her deeper. The woman began to thrust, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Margaret matched her movements, their bodies moving in sync.
The woman’s hand found Margaret’s clit again, and she moaned with pleasure, her orgasm building once more. She could feel the woman’s cock swelling inside her, and then the woman cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure.
Margaret could feel the warm wetness of the woman’s cum filling her, and she moaned with pleasure. The woman collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat.
“That was incredible,” the woman murmured, and Margaret nodded, her body still trembling with pleasure.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, as the morning sun streamed through the window. And for once, Margaret didn’t feel the weight of her sins, only the pleasure of her body and the woman who had awakened her desires.
