Silver hair pulled tight into a bun, the older nun’s lips stretch around a veiny cock as she takes it past her gag reflex. Her habit sways with each bob of her head, fingers digging into the shaft while her throat struggles to adjust. Dark eyes watering, she pulls back just enough to gasp for air before plunging down again. The pews behind her creak under the weight of her movements, her stocking-clad knees pressing into the floor. She cannot stop even when her mascara starts to run.
