SIENNA’S POV

I could barely walk when I left the rectory that night.

Both my holes were still throbbing, leaking thick rivers of their cum down my thighs under the thin sundress. Every step made me feel them — the stretch, the fullness, the way they had completely ruined me.

But I couldn’t stay away.

The next night, just after 3 a.m., I found myself sneaking back to the church steps under a full moon. The entire town was asleep. The only light came from the moon and a single flickering candle someone had left burning near the entrance.

I knew it was reckless. Dangerous. Someone could see us. Someone...