“I can feel it. We are two. But we are one. I can feel it. He can feel me. My body as it rejoices in his strength. His seed as he explodes into me.” Her eyes sprang wide, something dark and primal and fierce lurking in the depths of her gaze, and Justin’s own reaction to her carnal desire was forgotten as her hips began to roll in slow steady motions, like the actions of the waves in a dark, stormy sea. “I am his vessel. And he is mine. We make the earth bountiful. Man,” she gasped, shuddering. “And woman. Male and female.
“Oh, Father Justin! Oh. OH! OH!” Her head tilted back as she grasped her breasts, tan flesh showing between the gaps of her fingers. And then her head whipped forward, her entire body curling in a c-shape in the chair, as if she was a puppet whose cords had been cut.
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