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He lifted his head from her breast, gave her bottom a final pat, and withdrew his hand from between her legs.
'Go, my daughter. Robe yourself. You grow chilled.'
She stood dazed for a second, then a touch on her arm and baywatch girls nude fleeting caress of her buttocks made her jump. Brother Francis was there, her cloak already settling on her shoulders, covering her nakedness with dark warm wool.
Tall, lean and silent, Brother Francis led her from the warming room, now huddled in her cloak and stumbling as her body kept replaying the shocking sensations of being presented to the Abbott. She could beautiful girls nude the wet heat between her legs, the sensitive clean-shaven skin of her labia twitching and quivering with every step, her clitoris dancing in time. Her nipples, painfully erect from Father Abbott's attentive tongue, rubbed harshly against her cloak. |