**

My pulse spiked. “W-what?”

“Lift your dress. Press your cunt against the grate and show me how wet you are for your priest.”

Oh fuck.

My hands shook as I bunched the white sundress up to my waist, exposing my bare, glistening pussy to the cool air. I shifted forward on my knees until my swollen lips brushed the carved wooden grate. The tiny crosses pressed lightly against my sensitive flesh.

“Can you see it?” I whispered, voice trembling with shame and lust. “My pussy lips are puffy and shiny. My clit is sticking out, throbbing. There’s a string of my cream stretching from my hole down to the...