Chapter 28

Theodore’s hands dug hard into Daphne’s hips, veins bulging all the way to his forearm as he held back his climax. Her skin was turning red, just barely a breath away from bruising. “Hah… Fuck.” This moment of frustration burned more fiercely than when he moistened his parched lips with a damp handkerchief while offering prayers during a fast. The slender curve of her back wrapped in his cassock. The way her breasts swayed and slapped against her skin with every thrust. Her pink, gaping hole, flush with heat between the ass cheeks he’d spread, swallowing his massive cock.