The church bells faded into the afternoon haze as Isabella stepped out of the confessional, her thighs slick with Father Miguel's cum trickling down.

She adjusted her dress, the fabric clinging to her sweat-dampened skin, and slipped out of the church into the adjoining convent grounds.

The convent was a secluded wing, home to a few nuns and young novices training for the priesthood, boys barely out of their teens, wide-eyed and devout.

Isabella had volunteered there occasionally, helping ...