Sister Megan rubbed her shit-smeared boobs in Father Cameron’s face, and he groaned appreciatively. Anal porn Although Sister Megan’s wet pussy demanded otherwise, she turned back to Father Cameron and walked out of the sanctuary, her patent-leather nunnish shoes clicking on the floor as Father Cameron deflated and had a dull conversation on Thomas of Aquinas with Father Lawrence. The cow was startled and moved, stepping with one hoof on Father Cameron’s stomach and the other on his head. He sat on her stomach stuck it through her cleavage, sliding back and forth. Sister Megan welcomed him in with open arms—literally. She tasted like pineapple and sexy nun. What he really needed was…
Sister Megan entered the sanctuary, her drab dress obscuring the shapely ass and perky tits that Father Cameron jerked off to every night. She was always hungry after sex, so she ate more brains and gnawed some skin off his feet. He moved out from under the cow, and she moved her crotch to his face. “Let it out, would you?”
Father Cameron walked over to the door, opened it, and the cow entered the room. He pulled it
