Chapter 28 Hera

• Hera stumbled out of the confessional booth on shaky legs, her thighs slick with her own squirt drying in the cool church air. Her footsteps echoing as she slipped through a side door into the night, Father Richard's parting words burning in her ears: Meet me behind the altar tonight at eleven pm. Her pussy throbbed with aftershocks, panties ruined and clinging to her swollen vagina lips. She hurried home through shadowed streets, the anticipation twisting her guts like a knife. Tonight, her fantasies would become real—or so she prayed, her sinful mind already spinning new depravities.
• Her small apartment door clicked shut behind her, and she stripped feverishly, blouse buttons popping, skirt pooling at her feet. Naked, she padded to the bathroom, the mirror reflecting her flushed skin, heavy tits swaying, nipples still erect from confession.
• She turned on the shower, steam billowing as hot water hissed from the head. Prepare for him, she thought, stepping under the spray. Soap suds cascaded over her curves, rivulets tracing her cleavage, belly, down to her shaved mound. She lathered her breasts roughly, pinching nipples, imagining his teeth there. Her hands slid lower, soaping her ass cheeks, fingers probing her puckered hole.