Lambs frolicked and played. “It makes no difference,” the older nun insisted, “It is his right.”
“I should rather die,” the grey clad nun insisted, but her cheeks flushed red as she said it. xxx sex It is Eighteen Hundred and Two, not the dark ages, we seek to eschew the life of debauchery and yet you defile us.” she railed. “What do you think?”
She had to be impressed, my four poster bed, the window with panoramic views over my park. “You brute, you monster!” she railed, but there was no sincerity. The kitchen awaits. I remained in heaven as my member convulsed and convulsed again filling her with my seed. I ambled on, and she chased after me, her long skirts hitched up to her waist as she ran along the rutted track until at length I stopped. She shuddered and cried and dropped the hem of her skirt. Come!” I ordered. “Unleash your passion for I am ready for,” she uttered. I even took off my socks. Sheep were Baa-ing around us, yokels looked on. “Nnng,” she muttered, “No!”
All too soon my seed was boiling, gushing, spilling. I expected protests. “A very desirable whore.”
“But pure not raddled with disease like the street whores,” she said, “I heard such stories of depravity.”
My member nuzzled her womb lips and eased gently inside. I like a channel agape, moistened, ready and willing. Her breasts hung like ripe
