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Description:

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.



******





"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.





---Skip---Skip-





.... 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

"Sir…" Mitts knocked on the door again. "You need to be ready and present at the venue right on schedule….." he rambled on.

Julius just buried his head on the curve of her shoulder the smile still lingering. Isobel could only breathe in a sigh of relief as she looked down at the man wearing a fake smile. She was confused, why was he smiling when there's nothing to smile about? She waited for him to leave.

"Sir are you awake? Please answer if you are". Mitts was persistent as he still went on and on behind the closed door.

Julius drew in a loud audible breathe, tipped her chin up and stared at her attentively before saying;

Morning Reverie(5)