In the dimly lit basement, Sister Jadilica kneels before the Fuck Pasteur, her heart pounding with anticipation. The scent of his cologne and her own arousal fills the air. As he unzips his pants, she whispers, "Baptize me with your seed, my lord." He grins, revealing a gold tooth. "Pray you've prepared for the pain of redemption." His cock is engorged, pulsing with power. With slow, deliberate movements, he guides it towards her wet folds. Sister Jadilica shudders with desire, biting her lip to stifle a moan. The moment he penetrates her, she gasps, feeling both the pain and the overwhelming sense of being filled by him. She wraps her legs around him, urging him deeper. Their bodies grind together, causing waves of pleasure to ripple through them.
