“ See how wet I am for you my love, see how my little cunny weeps on your soft perfect skin.”
The tension of Margaret’s fingers on my trapped clit grew more fevered. She probed my folds until she found my clit and then let her fingers part around it like the flow of a river by a large stone. Hindi bf I entered the confessional, crossed myself and began to speak. It read:
“ Did you make a “good” confession today? I knew that my roiling cunt would soon explode and dear Margaret sensed it too. Margaret’s round eyes widened in alarm and she whispered, “The old crow is taking flight!” Not knowing what else to do, I quickly crumpled the note and put it into my mouth, swallowing the bitter wad of paper just as the nun clamped her claw into my shoulder.
