LEAH'S POV 

My throat felt like it was spasming around Father Matthias's length as he thrust in, forcing his dick to the back of my throat while I gagged on the spit that accumulated in my mouth.

Father Damon kept pounding into me, leaning over me to tweak my nipplesㅡ hard.

I coughed, sputtering when Father Matthias pulled away, a trail of spit trailing from the head of his cock to my lips.

The sensations that coursed through me was overwhelming, sending shockwaves down my spine as I tried to adjust to the thick length that was moving in my pussy.

Father Matthias walked around the table to the top...