Sister Mary Theresa wanted to touch herself all over now. Both hands now, however, were full of soft, hairy, tightly packed cunt muscle. The young nun leaned over the small sink, her tits flattening on the wet mirror. She pressed her small shoulders against the smooth glass then rubbed them up and down so her hard-tipped tits rubbed cm the mirror. At the same time she flailed her clit with her thumbs. Her fingers pressed deeper into her pussy.

What am I doing? she thought in a flash of guilt. Pulling her fingers from her pussy with a sucking sound, the nun tried to move away from the mirror and sink. Could she stop herself now? For a moment she paused, realizing finally nothing could stop her. Even if the sisters from below were to come swarming into the bathroom and discover her, Sister Mary Theresa couldn't stop. Things had gone too far now.

"Ummmm."

The young nun let her head roll back. The cords stood out on her neck while she gasped in lungfuls of air. She kept on pinching and plucking her clit while di rusting her tits against the minor. Her ass tightened and separated as she moved her thighs from side to side, sawing her cunt while she twisted her swollen clit between her thumb and forefinger. The tiny gland was filled with blood, being stretched like a small thumb.

"No, no, no!"

Sister Mary Theresa stuck her fingers in deeper, feeling the velvety walls of her pussy rubbing against her knuckles now. She was gasping, sobbing, sawing and twisting her pussy. Bright lights popped in front of her eyes while a strange drumming sound beat in her ears. The world seemed to slip away from her somehow. All she was conscious of was the terrible whirling ball of sexual hunger deep in her pussy.