Fucking Her Raw Inside the Confession Booth

The heavy wooden door barely closed before he had her pressed against the lattice screen, habit hiked up to her waist, panties ripped aside. She whispered “Forgive me Father” right as he shoved his rock-hard cock balls-deep into her dripping cunt with one brutal thrust. The tiny booth shook with every savage pump, her palms flat on the wall, muffled moans mixing with the creak of old timber. He gripped her hips, pounding harder, deeper, making her bite her own wrist to stay quiet while her pussy clenched and the rosary around her neck bounced wildly. She came first, legs shaking, juices running down her thighs. He followed seconds later, flooding her sinful hole with thick spurts of cum just as the church bell rang outside.