I obliged as my balls started bouncing against her butt cheeks. I was standing with my feet shoulder width apart. I bent my knees a little bit more to...get more power into my thrusts. Now both of her hands were clawing at my skin and pulling me harder into her. I was surprised how her fine and small hands were so powerful in their grasp. I let myself go in the rapture of banging my hips as hard as I could against hers. In a purely silky way, she raised both her legs high in the air. I grabbed. He made eye contact with me and smiled so I sat down next to him to get a closer view. There was a hot lesbian "seduction" taking place on screen and the sweet young thing had just taken her first tentative lick on a clit. That kind of scene always gets me, so between my neighbor with his toy and the new girl tasting her first pussy, I was stiff in my pants. I solved that problem by opening my fly and hauling out my own cock.As attractive as the on-screen scene was, this guy and his Fleshlight. “I always spank you when you want.”“But that’s not every time,” Melanie began, but stopped when two more nuns rounded the corner.“Bickering again, Sisters?” asked Sister Victoria, the tallest of the pair.“No, Sister Tori,” Melanie said, meekly.“Good,” came the terse reply. “Are we certain we’ve got everyone?”“Yes,” answered a fifth nun with a disarmingly innocent face, coming from behind them. “I’ve checked twice. All dead.”“Excellent, Sister Emma. Well, this is the door. The Sistine Chapel,. Her taste is incredible. Only a hint of saltiness, she barely seems to sweat, so pure. And that smell. Fruity, feminine, mango. I lean back a bit and grab at her shirt again. Ripped open down the center but still covering her arms. I lift the shirt, sliding it up her body, up and over her arms and head, leaving it bunched up around her elbows, out of the way. So much more of her beautiful dark skin exposed. I ravage her more with my mouth. Tasting the sides of her breasts, up across her chest.