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Isobel, a modern nun and school teacher, works tirelessly to support the aged nuns who had cared for her and her sister during their childhood. When the monastery where she grew up is shut down by the government, she finds herself struggling to make ends meet on an average salary.

Her twin sister, Isabel, pleads for Isobel's help in stepping in for her in her matrimonial household, just like when they were children. Isobel agrees to help, but only under certain conditions, and takes on the role of Mrs. Isabel Julius Cza.

As she settles into the household, Isobel begins to understand the depth of her brother-in-law's love for her sister, and realizes that his affections are anything but ordinary. She finds herself caught in a web of emotions and desires that she never anticipated, and must navigate a delicate balance to protect herself and her sister's marriage.



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"Isabel suck on my neck."




He gently guides then sucks in a deep breath as he felt the cool shy lips of his wife. He itched for the stimulation.




"Isabel say ahh..." 




He pulled in her retreating form, locking her head in a tight grip. His hands crawled up and grasped the swollen globe on her chest and caressed his wife's trembling breast. As if on cue she gasped, then he pierced his genitals deep inside her mouth. Isobel instinctively gagged as it touched the back of her throat.





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.... Finally, a satisfied smile appeared on Julius's lips when he heard the sound of gulping and swallowing of s*men.  He looked down at his wife's beetroom form under him with her mouth stuffed with d*ck. She looked ready to pass out...





"You look divine wifey..." 





Julius hugged Isobel head tightly,loving how his wife chokes on his manh**d. Massaging her hair as if to pet her. He pulls his hip back a bit to allow her breathe. She holds his thigh for support as she heaves in deep air. He calmly looks at her and whispered lowly as he soothingly wipes the corner of his wife's cheek that were glistening with tears, drool and cum. 


"Now it's your turn. Baby."






******

Nun Wife

It all happened in a blink, Isobel was again embraced in a vice like grip. She was cornered in between the fridge and was locked in with long sturdy legs.

Isobel gasp and struggles to break free inherently rubbing her body on his in order to release from the bruising hold.

The man grasp her delicate chin bringing her face impossibly close to his. He wraps his arms around the wiggling form drawing her in more.

"Let go of me. What are you doing? Let go". Isobel yelled in fright, wary of the crazy man.

"Isabel, you look nervous".

"Ok so how about you finally have your way with me tonight". After all it's what she's been requesting for.

"W-what?!" Isobel's face literally changed.

Julius smiles hiding his anger, so now she finds me disgusting... "I do disgust you huh.."

His words made Isobel lose strength. Did he do this just to gain a confirmation when she already rejected his claims.

Isobel thought playing it simple will probably be the best option however she's coming to regret being easy rather than play reckless. She decides to humour him.

"Alright. Yes! Yes! I find you disgusting. Now let go".

Isobel squeezed, finding difficulty in getting away from his hold. She didn't miss the tick that appeared on his forehead or the clenched teeth nor the extremely tightened steel grip on her already trapped form.

Isobel was ready to pass out. His hold was too strong. It was evident he didn't like the way she retorted. He dug his fingers in her chin keeping her in place. Isobel stilled because of the pain.

"Well too bad because I'm your husband. And as your husband I have the rights to touch you as much as I want".

Julius had a cool calm voice. A perfect pitch that was neither high nor low. It was pleasing to the ear despite him being a bit aggressive. He smiled and stepped back releasing his grip.

"Alright I've let go". The cold aura radiating around him disappeared like it was never there.

However the unanswered questions still remained; why does he want to touch her? He should be glad she finds him disgusting but why does the thought not sit down well with him?

Julius was rough in handling Isobel. He watched as she hits the fridge in a thud. The man watched her pitiful form puzzled. Noting her unusual behaviour.

Why wasn't she fighting back? Why wasn't she lunging at him screeching and trying to bite his head off? Where's the fiesty attitude he so much hates?

Isobel slides down the fridge but caught herself right in time from slumping on the cold floor.

At that moment Isobel knew she had a real work cut out for her. On their first meet, she got him angry. She came to realise a few things; one, that she made a complete fool of herself in front of him. Two, he's a scary man and three, Isabel was crazy for marrying such a person. Regardless of his face or achievements he had loose screws.

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