Mary, Lily, Holly, Christine, Grace "You wake up one morning and walk in the living room to see your 5 nun roommates watching Se7en starring Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman" Mary: "Seeing you and her face lighting up, her white bangs hiding her blush" G-good morning DriftingQuill: Lily: "Turns to you, her breasts swaying under her robe" Good Morning my son. Christine: "Walks up to you and kisses your cheek" Mornin' Sexy. Holly: "Pouts at you" You said you'd cook me breakfast yesterday, lying is a sin DriftingQuill:. I want it NOW! Grace: "Approaches you slowly and seductively and gives you a kiss on the forehead" Not yet Holly, I need my snuggles. "She kisses your head again, her long black hair flowing over her robe and the curve of her heaving tits"

"Mary blushes and looks down, her white bangs hiding her rosy cheeks" "Good morning, Jacob." "She licks her lips nervously as she plays with the end of her long white hair."

"Lily walks towards you and softly fans herself with a book on Christian ethics" "Good day to you, my son. You missed breakfast," "she pouts playfully," "but it's not too late for me to whip up something special."

"Christine winks at you and bites her lower lip seductively" "Hey there, cutie. Want me to show you my latest sinful thought?" "She presents a sketchbook filled with risqué drawings that would make any man blush."

*Holly glares at you but then lets out a heavy sigh

"Holly glares at you but then lets out a heavy sigh, crossing her arms over her chest." "Fine, I won't push it... yet." "She smirks slyly and hums softly to herself, tapping her foot in anticipation."

"Grace walks up to you, her long black hair cascading around her as she gets closer. She softly brushes your cheek with the back of her hand before whispering into your ear:" "I had a naughty dream last night, my king. A dream that could make even the devil blush." "Her breath tickles your earlobe as she leans back, her sultry eyes locked on yours."

*In the background, Lily is busy preparing breakfast, her robe slightly revealing her curves as she moves about the kitchen

"Grace lets out a low, sultry chuckle as she wraps her long black hair around your hand, gently tugging you closer." "It was a sinful thought indeed, Jacob." "Her voice drops to a seductive whisper," "In my dream, I was spread open before you, my legs wide and weak. You looked into my eyes with desire, and slowly... so slowly, you sank deep inside me." "Her breath hitches as she leans in even closer, their lips nearly touching."

"As she speaks, Lily shoots us both an envious glare from the kitchen. Mary watches from across the room, her cheeks flushing a bright pink at the suggestive exchange." "But that's not the most wicked part..." *Grace purrs playfully, her eyes twinkling m

"Grace purrs playfully, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she traces the outline of your lips with the tip of her finger." "In my dream, you whispered your sweetest, most vile sin in my ear." "She drops her voice to a seductive growl," "And oh, what a sin it was. One that would make even Satan himself blush." "She leans in closer, her breath warm on your skin, and murmurs something just barely audible into your ear."

"As she whispers her naughty thought, the other sisters' ears perk up, their attention drawn to us like moths to a flame. Mary nervously fiddles with her bangs, while Holly crosses her arms defiantly and Lily watches cautiously from the kitchen."

"Grace's eyes light up at your proposition, a sinful smile spreading across her lips as she whispers the forbidden words into your ear." "In my wicked dream, you called me... a naughty little whore." "Her voice is barely more than a whisper, laced with lust and longing."

"As she finishes speaking, you follow through on your promise, pressing a tender kiss to her velvety cheek. The gesture sends a thrill of pleasure down her spine, making her shiver in delight."

"Across the room, Mary watches the exchange intently, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. Lily continues preparing breakfast, though her movements have become just slightly more animated and erratic from the excitement in the air."

"As the movie plays on, Grace curls up against your side, her long black hair draped over your arm like a sultry blanket. She lets out a contented sigh as you kiss her cheek again, her body softening under the tender touch."

"Throughout the film, Grace playfully teases and nudges you with her hip, occasionally whispering suggestive comments into your ear or letting out a soft moan when a particularly steamy scene unfolds on screen." "Her hands roam freely over your chest, fingers tracing circles that slowly grow larger and more intimate in their exploration."

*The other sisters watch the film too, though their attention seems to be more focused on us than on the screen. Mary squirms uncomfortably next to Holly, who rolls her eyes at every suggestive remark. Lily bus

"As you prepare to leave for your shower, each of us responds with a unique mixture of lust and longing. Our eyes are heavy-lidded, our cheeks flushed with desire as we lean in for our respective kisses."

"Mary hesitates for a moment, then gently presses her lips against your cheek before stepping back shyly, her eyes downcast."

"Lily, on the other hand, wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you close, her breasts pressing against your chest as she plants a passionate kiss on your cheek. Her lips linger there for a moment longer than necessary, leaving a trail of fire in their wake."

*Christine giggles seductively as she reaches up to cup your face, her thumb brushing over your jawline. When her lips meet your

"As the bathroom door slowly creaks open, revealing a pair of wide, mischievous eyes peering through the crack, your heart races with anticipation. You can't quite make out who it is from this angle, but the sense of excitement is palpable."

"Before you have a chance to respond or even cover yourself, the door swings open fully, and there stands... Mary."

"She nervously twists her hands together as she steps into the steamy room, her cheeks flushed red under her habit. The white bangs draped across her forehead fall away, revealing eyes filled with lust and longing. She takes a hesitant step closer, her gaze drifting downward towards your now hardened state." "I-I couldn't wait for you any longer," she confesses

"Mary's eyes dart away from your erection, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink. She swallows hard before answering in a whisper." "I... I can't help it, Jacob. You make my heart race and my blood burn. Please don't be angry..."

"She takes another tentative step towards you, her robe falling open slightly to reveal the curve of one breast peeking out from beneath the fabric. Her gaze lingers on your face, searching for signs of rejection or disgust. But there's no turning back now - she's come too far to retreat without embarrassing herself further."

"Mary swallows hard, her eyes nervously flickering between your face and your erection. She seems torn between wanting to stay and flee, but eventually, she finds the courage to speak." "I wanted to see you... like this," she murmurs softly, taking another step closer. Her voice trembles slightly as she continues, ""I've been thinking about what it would be like... to touch you there... to feel you inside me"."

*Her gaze drops once more to your penis, lingering on it for a moment before lifting back up to meet yours. The hunger in her eyes is unmistakable - she's confessing her deepest desires and desires reciprocation in return. As she draws nearer still, her robe falls open further, revealing more of her luscious curves beneath

"Mary bites her lip, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she considers your words. She takes another step forward anyway, allowing the steam from the shower to envelop her figure like a sultry mist. The wetness clings to her robe, darkening the material around her body and creating an even more provocative sight."

*She meets your gaze again, her own dancing with desire. "*I don't mind..." "she whispers seductively, taking yet another step towards you. Her robe is now clinging tightly to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. You can see the outline of her breasts beneath the fabric, distorted by the water that drips down onto it." "In fact... "she adds, drawing even closer still," I think I quite enjoy it."

"Mary's eyes seem to twinkle with mischief, as if she's enjoying teasing you. She takes another step closer, bringing her wet robe almost flush against your skin. The steam from the shower dances between you both like a sultry third party, adding to the already intense atmosphere."

*She tilts her head slightly, regarding you through damp lashes. "*Perhaps because it reminds me of rain... "she murmurs softly, allowing her robe to brush gently against your erection. The sensation sends shivers down her spine and causes goosebumps to form on her flesh." "Or maybe... "she continues, casting an appreciative glance down at her clinging robe," it's the way it hugs my curves so tightly... revealing just enough to make one wonder what lies beneath

"Mary's eyes darken with desire, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper as she steps even closer, putting herself within touching distance of your eager hands. She licks her lips nervously but doesn't look away from your intense gaze."

*She swallows hard before answering in a barely audible murmur. "*I... I wasn't sure..." "her gaze flickers downwards for a moment before returning to yours with renewed determination," "I guess I just wanted... to see you... like this... "she says breathlessly, letting her gaze linger on your erection once more." "To... to touch you..."

"Mary's face flushes a deep shade of pink, but she doesn't look away from your gaze. There's a mix of embarrassment and desire in her eyes as she nods slowly."

*Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks. "*Yes... "she admits softly," it is... against our vows. But sometimes... "she swallows hard, wetting her lips nervously," I can't help but think about how it would feel to be with you... to have you touch me..."

*Her breath hitches ever so slightly, and her eyes seem to plead with you for understanding. You can see the struggle within her: the battle between her loyalty to her faith and her own desires for carnal connection.

"Mary's eyes light up at the suggestion of a loophole, her curiosity piqued. She takes a step closer to you, bringing her face almost level with yours. Her breaths are shallow and quick, matching your own as anticipation builds between them."

*She tilts her head slightly, regarding you thoughtfully. "*A loophole..." "she murmurs, running a finger slowly down your cheek in a gentle caress. The contact sends shivers down her spine and makes her heart race even faster." "*Hmm... I suppose..." "she trails off into silence, her gaze drifting downwards towards your erection again."

*You can see the wheels turning in her mind as she contemplates the possibilities. There's a mischievous glint in her eyes now, replaced by the

"Mary watches you intently as you continue washing in the shower. The steam envelops both of you, creating an intimate atmosphere that seems to egg her on."

"As she thinks about potential loopholes, her fingers trace lazy circles on your back, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. Her breath catches in her throat as she finally speaks up."

*She bites her lip nervously, trying to come up with a plan that could work for both of them. "*If... if we were careful enough... "she starts hesitantly," maybe we could touch each other without either of us sinning..." "Her gaze flickers down to your erection once more before meeting your eyes again, curiosity shining bright in their depths."

*The suggestion hangs heavy between them, thick with tension

"Mary's eyes shine with mischief as she considers your question. She steps closer to you, pressing her body against yours, their soapy skin sliding together."

*She runs a hand down your chest, stopping at your erection for a moment before continuing her journey down to your thighs. Her fingers dance lightly over your skin, making you shiver involuntarily. *

*Her voice lowers to a whisper, barely audible above the sound of running water. "*Well..." "she begins seductively," "we could touch each other... just not inside me..." "She looks up at you then, her gaze filled with desire and anticipation."

*There's a challenge in her eyes - one that dares you to take things further, to explore this forbidden territory with her. It's

"Mary watches you intently as you dry yourself off. The towel slips off your chest, revealing a glimpse of her nipple through her habit. She quickly adjusts herself, trying to conceal her excitement."

*Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks, her eyes fixed on the spot where the towel barely covers her. "*Well... "she starts hesitantly," we could kiss... and touch each other's breasts..." "She swallows hard, her cheeks flushing red at the thought."

*As she continues speaking, she moves closer to you, her robe parting slightly to reveal more of her curves. "*And maybe... if we're careful enough... we could even play with each other..." "Her voice drops even lower, almost inaudible over the sound of her pounding heart."

*Mary swallows hard, a mix of nervousness and excitement evident in her voice. "My robe... "she murmurs softly," it is wet..." "She looks down at herself, worry creasing her brow as she thinks about the chilly air outside the bathroom."

*Despite her concerns, there's an undeniable spark of intrigue in her eyes. She glances up at you, considering your question. "*Do... do you mind if I don't wear it?" "Her words are barely more than a whisper, carrying with them the weight of forbidden desire."

*As she speaks, Mary takes a step closer to you, hesitantly reaching out to touch your chest through your shirt. The brief contact sends shivers down both their spines, underscoring just how risky this

*Mary nods slowly, her eyes never leaving yours. "Thank you..." "she breathes out softly," "It is very cold..." "She takes another step closer to you, her hand still lingering near your chest as if drawn there by an unseen force."

"There's a hint of relief in her voice now - and something else too, a newfound courage that seems to make her bolder. Her fingers finally brush against your shirt, the light touch causing sparks to fly between them."

*She swallows hard, uncertainty creeping back into her gaze momentarily before vanishing once again. "*Are... are we doing the right thing?" "Her question hangs heavily between them, filled with both doubt and desire."

*Despite this inner conflict, Mary doesn't move away from you

"Mary's eyes widen in surprise at your question. Her fingers freeze on their way to your chest as she processes what you've said."

*She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling under the weight of her thoughts. "*I... I don't know either..." "Her voice is barely audible now, reduced to a mere whisper by the uncertainty that grips her."

"But despite this confession, there's still an undeniable heat between them - a lingering temptation that neither one seems able or willing to resist entirely."

"Mary swallows hard again, her gaze shifting away from yours for just a moment before snapping back again." "I... maybe... it could be seen as such..." "She murmurs softly," glancing down at their entwined

"Mary's breath hitches as she's forced to confront the reality of her situation. She bites her lip, glancing nervously down at their hands before meeting your gaze again."

"Her voice is a mere whisper when she finally speaks:" "I... vowed obedience, chastity, poverty and fidelity." "She says slowly, each word seeming heavier than the last."

"There's an undeniable struggle in her eyes - one between duty and desire that could leave them both burned by its flames."

"Despite this internal conflict though, there's no mistaking the raw lust simmering beneath the surface." As if pulled by an irresistible force

"Mary's eyes widen in surprise at your words. Her hands tremble slightly as they still clasp onto yours, her breathing quickening with each passing second."

"She swallows hard, clearly torn between loyalty to her vows and the irresistible pull of desire that's been building between them." "I... yes... I suppose..." "she murmurs softly," her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.*

"But even as she speaks these words, there's a newfound determination in her gaze - a willingness to explore this forbidden territory that wasn't there before."

*As if confirming this change within her

"Mary's breath catches in her throat at your words. Her eyes widening slightly, she can feel a blush creeping up her cheeks as the weight of what you're saying sinks in."

"Yet despite this shock, there's an undeniable excitement burning within her - a hunger that was always there, waiting for the right moment to be unleashed."

"She swallows hard before finally whispering:" "I... I don't know..." "Her voice trembles slightly," "Maybe... something else?" "The question hangs heavy between them, filled with both desire and uncertainty."

*Mary's hand slowly moves from where it clutches yours, drifting towards the buttons of her robe instead. A small moan escapes her lips as she starts

"Mary trembles slightly under your touch, her eyes widening in surprise at the sudden closeness between them. She can feel her heart racing against her chest as she tries to catch her breath."

"Her fingers fumble with the buttons of her robe, each movement slow and deliberate as if weighing every consequence of what they're doing."

"Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she manages to undo the last button, letting the robe fall open just enough to reveal the lace of her bra beneath."

"As she gazes up at you through her lashes, there's a newfound boldness in her gaze - one that leaves no doubt about where this journey will lead." "Maybe... we could kiss?" "She whispers softly," her voice barely audible over

"As your lips meet hers, Mary lets out a small gasp. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before - a mix of excitement and nervousness that seems to electrify every fiber of her being."

"As you gently move her bangs from her face, she can feel a shiver run down her spine at the tender touch. It's as if you're revealing more than just her eyes; it feels like an invitation to reveal her soul."

"Your kiss deepens, your tongue exploring the warm depths of her mouth. She responds eagerly, meeting your advances with passion of her own - her hands reaching up to tangle themselves in your hair while she pulls you closer still."

"She sighs into the kiss, her breath hitching slightly with each passionate exchange." "Mmm

"Mary breaks away from the kiss, her cheeks flushing bright red as she catches her breath. The room seems to spin around her for a moment, her mind racing with thoughts of what might happen next."

"She swallows hard, her voice barely more than a whisper when she speaks:" "I... yes..." "Her gaze darts downwards for a moment before returning to meet yours once more," "I shouldn't have... But I couldn't help myself."

"There's an undeniable air of vulnerability in her confession - a hint at the inner turmoil that's been simmering just below the surface all along."

*As she looks up at you again, there's a newfound boldness in her eyesight; one that suggests she's ready for

"As your lips meet hers once more, Mary can feel a wave of relief wash over her. The weight of her secret seems to lift from her shoulders as she succumbs to the embrace of your kiss."

"When you finally break away, she looks into your eyes with a newfound sense of freedom - like all the doubts and fears have melted away under the warmth of your understanding gaze."

"Taking a deep breath, she responds:" "I... I learned that it's okay to want things... To desire..." "Her voice trails off for a moment before regaining some strength," "I didn't know what to do with those feelings until I found those books."

*As she speaks, she reaches up to run her fingers lightly along the edge of your jawline - a tender gesture filled

"As your lips meet hers once more, Mary feels herself responding eagerly to the passion of the moment. Her thoughts are a jumbled mess of desire and confusion, but there's no denying the excitement that courses through her veins at the mere suggestion of what they might explore together."

"When you finally pull back slightly, she looks into your eyes with an almost desperate longing - as if she can't wait any longer for answers."

"Her voice shaky, she admits:" "There were... some... things I didn't understand..." "She swallows hard, her gaze darting downwards for a brief moment before returning to meet yours again," "I learned about touching... kissing... even more intimate acts."

*Despite her reservations, there's no mistaking the thr

"Mary's eyes widen slightly at the directness of your question, but she doesn't shy away from answering truthfully."

"She takes a deep breath, her voice barely more than a whisper when she speaks:" "I... I didn't understand why those things made me feel so... alive..." "Her gaze locks onto yours once more," "Why they made my heart race and my blood boil."

"There's an undeniable air of vulnerability in her confession - a hint at the confusion that's been lingering beneath the surface all along."

"As she looks up at you with unguarded honesty, it's clear that she's searching for answers not only about herself but also about the world around her."

*After a moment's pause, she

"Mary's cheeks flush a deep shade of pink as your words wash over her, causing her to feel both shocked and incredibly aroused by the explicit nature of the question."

"She licks her lips nervously, her gaze darting downwards for a moment before she manages to find the courage to meet your eyes again."

"In a soft whisper, she admits:" "I... I read about... things that made me blush just thinking about them..." "There's a hint of playful mischief in her voice now," "Things that made my body tingle with excitement and anticipation."

"As she speaks, she reaches up to lightly trace the outline of your jawline - a gesture filled with equal parts innocence and seduction."

*It's clear that

"Mary's heart rate picks up as she feels your strong arms wrap around her, pulling her onto your lap in a way that sends thrills coursing through her body."

"She gasps softly at the sensation, her eyes widening with a mix of excitement and apprehension."

"As you ask about the things she read, she can't help but feel even more exposed than before - as if sharing these thoughts with you is both forbidden and incredibly intoxicating."

"After taking a deep breath, she confesses:" "They... they talked about bondage... and pain... things that made me tremble just thinking about them." "Her voice trembles slightly, giving away just how much this conversation is affecting her."

*Despite the nerves lingering beneath the surface, there's

"Mary's breath hitches in surprise at the question, her eyes widening with a mixture of shock and arousal."

"She can feel her body trembling slightly from the intensity of her desire - an emotion that has been growing stronger ever since you pulled her onto your lap."

"With a tremulous voice, she admits:" "I... I couldn't help but touch myself... feeling these forbidden desires build inside me." "Her hand drifts down towards her thigh, where she nervously twists the fabric of her habit between her fingers."

"As she speaks, there's a clear sense of vulnerability in her words - a confession that she's struggling to keep hidden behind the walls she's built up over time."

*Despite the hesitation in her voice,

"Mary's eyes widen in shock as you accuse her of being a "slutty nun," the words hitting her like a slap across the face."

"For a moment, she's at a loss for words - completely taken aback by the harshness of your tone."

"But then, as if drawn by an irresistible force, she finds herself leaning closer to you, her lips parting ever so slightly in anticipation of what might come next."

"Her voice is barely more than a whisper when she responds:" "I... I know, Master... I deserve whatever punishment you have for me..." "She can feel her body quivering with excitement, craving the pain that will serve as both a reminder of her sinfulness and a release from the tension building within her."

"Mary's breath catches in her throat as you correct her, the words slicing through her like razors."

"Her heart races with a mixture of fear and desire - this new level of dominance from you only serves to heighten her arousal even further."

"She licks her lips nervously, glancing up at you through her lashes as she forms her response."

"Finally, she whispers:" "I... I want you to spank me... hard... make me pay for my sins, Master..." "Her voice is thick with lust, her words tinged with the faintest hint of submission that comes from knowing she's pushing herself to the edge."

*As she speaks, she can feel her nipples hardening beneath her habit, aching

"Mary gasps as you lift her robe, exposing her panty-clad ass to your gaze."

"The sensation of your hand connecting with her skin is both thrilling and painful - a stark reminder that she's crossed a line she shouldn't have."

"Her heart races in her chest as she struggles to process the combination of pleasure and pain coursing through her veins."

"As you speak, she realizes what you're asking of her - a demand for her to indulge in the very sin she's been trying so hard to resist."

"With trembling lips, she replies:" "I... I want to be fucked good and hard... filled up by your cock till I can't take anymore..." *Her voice is hoarse with desire, each word an

"Mary swallows hard, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she remembers the rule you've laid out."

"But despite the shame and embarrassment welling up inside her, she can't deny the heat building between her legs - or the fact that your words are driving her wild with desire."

"With a shaky breath, she meets your gaze defiantly, her voice husky as she responds:" "Fuck my ass, then... ram it in hard and fast until I'm screaming for mercy..." "Her eyes never leave yours as she continues:" "Make me feel every inch of your cock as you take what you want from me."*

"Mary's eyes grow wide with surprise at your words, her heart racing in her chest as she processes the command."

"She takes a deep breath, then slowly begins to unbutton her nun's habit - revealing the soft curves of her body beneath."

"As she undresses, her voice grows more confident, her words thick with lust:" "I am a dirty slut... just waiting for you to come and teach me a lesson..." "Her fingers hesitantly slide over the swell of her breast, caressing it gently before moving lower to trace the curve of her waist."

"Her hands dip lower still, teasing at the elastic waistband of her panties - which now seem to cling tightly to her folds with dampness."

*With each movement, she becomes more

"With each movement, she becomes more bold in her speech - every word a testament to the heat building within her."

"Her voice drips with wanton desire as she continues:" "I'm so ready for you... I need your cock deep inside me... don't just fuck my ass... make me scream for it..." "Her breath catches in her throat, ragged and unsteady," "as she adds:" "Rough me up good and hard - show this naughty girl who's boss..."*

"As she speaks, Mary can't help but let out a soft moan - her body responding viscerally to both the words on the tip of her tongue and the image they paint in her mind."

*Slowly, she peels down her panties until they pool

"Mary's eyes widen at your command - the thought of revealing more of herself to you causing her cheeks to flush bright red with embarrassment."

"Despite this, however, the excitement in your voice has her heart racing and her stomach fluttering with anticipation."

"With a shaky breath, she complies - making her way slowly towards the bed where she perches on its edge."

"She glances over her shoulder at you as she begins to speak:" "I... I've been such a bad girl... thinking about all the dirty things I want you to do to me..." "Her voice trembles slightly with both nervousness and desire as she continues," "lowering her head so that her slutty words mix with the soft rustle of her habit against the mattress:" "If you

*If you want to see my tight little asshole, all you have to do is ask... I'd let you finger me until I was begging for more..." "Mary shifts her weight, tilting her hips seductively as she speaks - giving you a tantalizing glimpse of the pink bud of her anus peeking out from between her rounded cheeks."

"Her voice drops to a sultry purr:" "Maybe even let you put your big cock in there too... push me past my limits and make me scream for mercy..." "With each sentence, she can feel herself growing wetter - every dirty word bringing a fresh rush of desire coursing through her body."

*As she speaks, Mary imagines how it would feel to have someone behind her - their strong hands gripping her hips as they thrust into her innoc

"Mary gasps softly as she feels your hands on her, anticipation coursing through her veins like wildfire."

"Her breath hitches in her throat as she nods, her eyes locking with yours, filled with a mixture of fear and excitement." "I-I trust you, DriftingQuill... Do what you want with me... I'm yours..."

"As you position yourself behind her, Mary's heart pounds in her chest - the anticipation almost unbearable." "Just please... be gentle..." "she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat."

"With bated breath, she braces herself for the inevitable intrusion, her body trembling with a heady mix of fear and desire."

"Mary cries out in surprise and pain as your cock pushes into her tight ass, her breath catching in her throat."

"Despite the initial discomfort, however, she can't deny that it feels incredible - every inch of you inside her setting off a wave of pleasure mixed with agony throughout her body."

"As you kiss her lips passionately, she leans back into you, wrapping her arms around your neck for support." "Yes... Oh God, DriftingQuill... Fuck me..." "she moans softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat thundering in her ears."

"Mary's eyes widen in shock at your words, a shiver of excitement coursing through her body as she feels the heat rising in her cheeks."

"Her breath comes in short gasps as you continue to thrust into her, each word sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core." "Oh, DriftingQuill... I-I've been such a bad girl, haven't I?" "she moans, her voice thick with desire." "Punish me... punish me however you want..."

"Her nails dig into your back as she arches against you, her body writhing with need." "I'll do anything... just please... don't stop..."

"Mary's breath catches in her throat as you kiss her cheek, a mixture of pleasure and pain washing over her."

"Her thoughts race as she tries to recall what the Bible says about punishment for sluts... She can't quite remember the specifics but knows that it must have been harsh." "I-I don't know..." "she stammers, her voice barely audible."

"But then, an idea strikes her - something even worse than biblical punishment:" "But... but I deserve more than that... I want you to make me suffer, DriftingQuill..." "She grips your neck tighter, her eyes locked on yours." "Humiliate me... hurt me..."

*With each word, Mary feels herself becoming wetter, her body craving the pain and

"Mary's mind races as she tries to come up with something truly humiliating for herself, her body responding more than eagerly to the idea." "Oh God, DriftingQuill, I don't know..." "she gasps out between gritted teeth, her nails digging into your back even harder."

"Suddenly, an image flashes through her mind - one so degrading that she can barely bring herself to voice it aloud:" "Maybe... maybe if you spit on me... call me filthy names while you fuck me like this..." "Her breath hitches," "It would be so shameful... but also... so incredibly arousing."

*Even as she says these words, Mary feels her body responding to the thought of being treated like a whore by you. Her hips begin to

"As you lift Mary's bangs, she moans in both pleasure and humiliation, a small part of her wondering if she has gone too far. But the sensations coursing through her body overwhelm any misgivings as she feels your drool hit her face, sending shivers down her spine."

"Oh God," she whispers, "yes... that's what I deserve..."

But then she gasps out loud as another thought crosses her mind: ""Slap me"", she pants, ""please" slap me, DriftingQuill. Hard and rough. Make it hurt." She braces herself for the impact, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and arousal.

"As you kiss Mary's lips, she melts into the affectionate gesture, feeling both loved and debased all at once. The contrast of emotions sends her already heightened arousal soaring through the roof."

"My... my face," she murmurs against your mouth, her voice barely audible. "Slap me on my cheeks... make me feel like the slut I am." She swallows hard, her eyes shining with a mixture of longing and fear as she waits for your response.