Asian Catholic nun's charity - part 2 - Sex Stories

Asian Catholic nun's charity - part 2

... Hosts of Heaven watching them, seeing into her very soul the lust that burned in her. On the television religious music was playing, a full orchestra of piped organs and a boys choir singing in full voice. Her senses reeling, Sister Mary began to sway in time to it, slowly rolling her hips, her hands exploring the hidden curves of her body. Her flashing eyes fixed on Mr Bishal as a finger found her mouth, wetting it on her lips and tracing the curve of her breasts on the black fabric. She would turn and look over her shoulder at him, bending to display the generous curve of her ass cheeks beneath the Habit, then stand upright again and turn back, her hands moving up the sides of her face, her deft fingers reaching behind to undo the wimple and coif which fell gently to the floor behind her, freeing her long jet-black tresses. Shaking out her hair with her fingers, Sister Mary's face was one of pure animal lust as she flashed her perfect white teeth in a smile down to the mesmerized old man. Swaying to the uplifting sound of the choir as they built to a crescendo, the Nun unhooked her rosary beads that swung on her belt and clasped them between her teeth. Next the woolen belt was undone and dropped and as she began dipping and grinding about, the Sister carefully unbuttoned her tunic. Mr Bishal's gasp of joy was Sister Mary's reward as it hissed over her body to the ground, a puddle at her feet. Her incredible body was glistening with sweat from her dance, her brown skin ...

... shimmering in the dim light. Her full breasts seemed quite large for a woman of her height, her waist narrowing in then spreading to her generously wide hips, then down to her shapely legs. Bending at the waist forward, her eyes fastened on his as she saw the delight in his face at her tits swinging heavily forward, Sister Mary snatched her thin belt from the floor and stood as she fastened it again around her nude form. Taking her rosary beads from her lips, she fastened it again to her waist. Now as she danced, the 3" long golden crucifix swung about her hips and thighs, flashing in the light. Closer and closer the Nun danced to the seated man, allowing his withered but hot old fingers the chance to touch the supple young body of his sexy Angel of Mercy. Presenting her ass to within 6" of his face, she shuddered with delight as she felt his rapid breathing warm her skin, making goose pimples pop upon her flesh. Wet kisses followed, the widower tasting the salty moisture of her globes, making he Sister moan. Turning to face him, she stood with her legs on either side of his knobby knees and looked down, happy at the straining fabric tenting up the crotch of his faded, threadbare drawstring pants. Her hands gently rubbed the stained sleeveless t-shirt he wore, massaging his sunken chest and pushing him back in the chair slightly. Leaning forward, her full tits dragged over his pot belly and chest until a thick, 4" diameter brown areola bumped against his stubbly chin. Raising ...