LEAH'S POV 

“Jesusㅡ Jesusㅡ”

“It's not time to fucking pray, sister Leah.” Father Damon grunted under me, hand reaching between us to rub at my sensitive clit.

My pussy was dripping wet, soaking the thighs of father Damon as my stomach began to tighten in knots, a clear sign of my impending orgasm.

I whimpered, sandwiched between the two priests' massive bodies. Every thrust made a wet, squelching sound as their dicks moved in and out of my holes. Father Matthias reached around to grab my bouncing breasts, squeezing them hard while Father Damon spanked my ass with both hands.

The two men set a brutal pace, their bodies slamming...