She knew someone was watching from behind the stained-glass window. Priest’s robe hiked up, hands gripping her hair like he owns her throat. Deepthroat with gagging sounds—moans muffled against his dick until he pulls out and slaps her tits hard enough to make them jiggle. Flips her onto the confessional bench, fingers digging into her thighs while he pounds deep. Bishop walks in mid-sentence—she freezes but doesn’t stop sucking. Hair yanked so hard it snaps forward over his face; cumshot hits the back of her throat before she gags on it. Rope burns mark her shoulders later.
