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I'm mentally bound with my legs and arms spread wide by a powerful, sexual witch who, as a girl.I treated harshly when she was under my care at the covent. She fucks me with a Jerusalem cross of olive wood, in my virgin pussy as I am torn between devotion and desire. The witch tells me that the cross is the cock of Jesus, and that under my demure habit I'm just dying to come. I cry out for Jesus as she penetrates me, and tells me to come for the Lord as she rubs my clit at the same time. She orders me to taste my juices off the cross. Then she strips off her black velvet coat, revealing a curvaceous, pale, long body. She asks if Ive ever seen a woman naked. She tempts me with the pleasure her body offers, and sits her wicked pussy on my face, commanding me to taste her. Before long Im gripping her buttocks, and moaning with the decadent delight of pleasuring a woman. She teases me verbally about my repressed sexuality, and guides me on the path of indulgence of the flesh, of the Goddess, corrupting this innocent nun with her hedonistic body and mind. She flips around to sit on my face cowgirl style as she takes control and leaves her juices on my face as she comes, crying out her pleasure at sexually dominating the nun who tormented her.