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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

Everywhere was bright. The light was too sharp. She blinked until her sight adjusted. All she could see was an expanse of broad firm chest.

Gradually, it began to dawn on her, Julius was the bed she laid on. This wasn't a dream, she told herself. She tried to recoil from him but winced at the pain between her legs.

Isobel clenched her teeth and slowly managed to sit on the warm tiled floor of the living room. Her legs shook like jelly so the sitting position was best.

In the process her legs parted to reveal her nether lips red and inflamed with dried semen and a bruised thigh. Memories of the previous night flooded, her lips trembled as she raised her hand to shade her watering eyes.

"What have I done?"

She weeped silently. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks. Self-hugging, her arms crossed about her calves together as her hands gripped her upper arms while she rocked back and forth.

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