Page 101 of Sins and Virtue

She didn’t tell me to stop even when her breast became puffy and began dripping with a strange milky consistency. Is that?

Fascinated, I asked her, “You’re still lactating, Blair?”

She became all shy, her body covered in a pink flush as she murmured. “Sometimes. I can’t help it.”

“Damn, that’s hot as hell,” I groaned, a shot of euphoria trailed down my spine. My cock stirred inside her. “Let me taste you,kotyonok.”

Lowering my head to her breast and sticking my tongue out, trailing the substance that fell from it. Unexpectedly, it was sweet, velvety, and too fucking addicting.

“My god,kotyonok, you taste delicious.” The rough praise rolled off my tongue.

Feasting for more, I ran my tongue over and over, which was key to making more appear, and I took her nipple into my mouth and began sucking. My cock twitched as I picked up the pace, pounding into her with hard, controlled strokes.

Her eyes fell closed, embracing the course of this as her back curved against the wooden cross. Her body ached for the duality of pain and pleasure and the release of it all. And I needed to come just so I could fuck her again and all over this place.

I pounded into her, pumping in and out. The only thing you could hear in the room was skin hitting skin and the lewd moans we shamelessly shared. A surge of eagerness started to take hold; my body demanded more. My lips fled her breast as I looked for hers. My mouth lapped over hers as it drowned out her moans. Her body began to shake, pussy pulsating andmilking my cock as the precipice of her orgasm began and she began squirting.

A stream began to trickle out of her swollen cunt as it pushed my dick out, and I shoved it back, chasing my own high as I buried my face in her neck and fucked her hard and mercilessly. My balls pressed against the entrance of her cunt. Desperately moving.

“Fuck!” Blair cried out, and with one last punishing thrust, we came together.

My cum poured into her clenching pussy as the room spun around and around. My chest pounded rapidly against my ribs, feeling lightheaded as my body was covered in a coat of sweat.

Sweet, sweet paradise.

Catching my breath, I inhaled the sweet vanilla sugar and remembered my beautiful girl, who seemed to be coming down from her own release.

I raised my head and took a step back, looking at the masterpiece we made. Small strands of hair stuck to Blair’s glowing body, chest falling and rising rapidly, breasts leaking with milk, and her pussy full of my cum, all of it on a St. Andrew’s cross. Shit. She was my own personal goddess.

“Kotyonok?” I said an edge softer, checking up on her.

Her eyes were shut close as a bittersweet expression painted the contour of her cheeks, and when she opened her eyes again, tears slid down.

Oh no, did I take it too far?

“Blair, baby, was that too much? Are you okay? Please say something.” The shame of what I’d done festered like a ticking explosive, and I would have killed someone, even myself, if it weren’t for her next words.

“That was amazing! Shit.” A coy smile burst on her lips as she looked up at the heavens and laughed. “I can’t believe I didn’t let you fuck me earlier.”

I couldn’t believe it. Never once did she complain; she wrote the rules, if anything… this woman was my match.

“You’re crazy,” I said under my breath.

But she is our crazy.

Absolutely.

I smirked back when a hidden presence alerted my consciousness as I decided this would be too fun to pass up.

“Want to join us, Father?” I called out.

His dark, fervent eyes now widened in horror, his jaw loosened at my observation of noticing him.

Blair gasped, being ripped away by this cock-filled euphoria.

Slowly, my gaze moved to the furthest point in my vision, seeing the shadow of the moon linger on Father Andrea hiding behind one of the pillars. He took a step out of the darkness, his hands covering his hard cock as he appeared to be jerking off to the two of us.

There was something about depravity that made even the holiest of men stray.