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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."






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Nun Wife

More dizzying currents flood their senses as he turned his attention to her milky swan like neck and began littering it with hickeys. He sucked on a spot and she moaned loudly aching her body more into his.

Logic flew out the window as they both burned from the feverish high of arousal. They both never experienced such thrill as they could only feel each other vividly.

Julius groaned as she directly sat on his tight crotch when he rolled them over and she now was straddling him.

He had only wanted for a kiss but now he needed more. He was far too aroused and excited to just end it there and have a cold shower.

The thought itself made his dick twitch from pain as it leaked precum. He itched for the stimulation.

He sat his drunk wife on the bed then made quick work to pull down the last piece of clothing on his body. And there came the arrival of a hard crotch which stood erect, decorated with angry veins.

Julius climbed back on the bed and leaned forward once more.

His sexy lips teased Isobel as he gave her an even fiercer kiss trying to suck all her defensive drive away.

His rough big hand tightly clasped the back of her head, chipping away her resistance breaking it down little by little until she was rendered a moaning mess.

Julius obsession with her rose as he reluctantly pulled from sucking at her tender swollen mouth. He got on his knees holding onto his length.

Isobel's groggy eyes which had long been glazed over in her arousal widened as she concentrated for her pupils to focus and not play tricks. Her panties twisted from sweet shock.

She tried to move far away from the never before seen twitching organ. It was alive…

She almost fainted from the shock of having it directly on her line of eyesight.

Julius had only one goal in his mind, his eyes coated in mindless lust, but the smile on the corner of his lips was near satisfaction.

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.

Panic seized Isobel as she tried to move backwards but as she backed away he followed until she was cornered on the headboard.

The inside of her mouth was stuffed with an unholy organ. She was beyond tainted. She just sat frozen teary eyed.

The man had both hands on each sides of her head then he cruelly moved his hips. He hissed in a breath the moment her delicate tongue touched his cock.

"Oh fuck. Wrap your tongue around it."

He groaned as she used her tongue to try and push him out.

It did nothing but to heighten the pleasure internally tearing his body apart.

He moved his hip like he never moved before, like it was his last, in reckless abandon staring down at her from above.

Silence reigned as their joined parts did the talking.

TALKING LIPS(5)