You weren’t actually a new new sister of sin but you were the first one to be assigned as nihils personal assistant. The robes you were distinguished you from the rest, as they were a deep rich red with white and gold embroidery. They were also more suggestive, according to Sister Imperator it would motivate are old man more.
And that it did. Nihil did his work more quickly and surprisingly more efficiently. It didn’t help that Imperator had chosen you, the one sister that had snapped him from his daydream of Imperator and filled that gap of daydreaming.
You were currently under his desk sucking him off gently as he did paperwork. His grip on his pen tightened as you deep throated him, gagging as he thrust his hips lightly. He put his breathing mask over his face. You pulled away and straddled his lap, having taken your undergarments off earlier.
As you lowered yourself onto him he filled you with his seven inches of satanic panic and clutched at his oxygen mask. You let out a low moan as you began bouncing on his seven inches and gripped the desk.
What he wouldn’t give to be younger and just bend you over this desk fucking you senseless. Of course you wouldn’t allow him to.
“O…oh gosh Mia cara Così buono”
You moaned, loving it when he spoke Italian. That was always a turn on for you. As you bounced faster chasing your orgasm Nihil gripped your hips and whispered filthy things into your ears, what he would do if he was younger, how he would mark you as his. All it took was him telling you he’d breed you and you came him following shooting his load deep inside you.
primo:(is minding his garden )
secondo:(is trying to kill himself becuase of terzo)
terzo:(is a fucking child at heart)
copia:(is super fucking confused)
nihil:(just probably sharted on himself)
sister:(poor lady probably cleaning after him)