Dirk Carter had been with many women.
But never with a nun before.
And it wasn't Dirk Carter who initiated it; it was the nun who took the initiative.
After an intense exchange.
Nina Churchill wiped her mouth in satisfaction.
Suddenly, she pushed open the cabinet door.
Grabbing Dirk Carter's hand, she shoved him onto the bed.
Without a word, she climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs, lifting her robe. Only then did Dirk Carter realize that the streams had long overflowed.
A few drops had even trickled down her inner thighs.
He wasn't prepared for it.
Nina Churchill sat down.
A delicate, smooth embrace enveloped him instantly.
Nina also leaned her head back and sighed, "Oh, amazing, just amazing…"
Saying this, she bit her lip and began to move up and down.
The robe hung loosely on her body.
With her movements.
It slid off her shoulders.
Her two tender, white breasts bounced with her vigorous actions.
