CHAPTER 3

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I stand in the dim sacristy, the air thick with the scent of beeswax candles and aged wood, my pulse racing from why Father Dominic had called me to follow him. My thighs are still trembling, slick with my cum after I hurriedly sat down to avoid Moyehr waking up...

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