Nun Svetlana at The Slick Saddle

  Had fun drawing it and coming up with a story for this image.

 The Slick Saddle club pulsed with low lights and muffled moans. Kneeling in the secluded booth under the red glow, Svetlana's gaze was fixed on the glory hole, her body a coiled spring of anticipation.

  A young man’s voice purred from the other side, a silken sound cutting through the low club thrum. 

"Confess your desires, Sister."

  Svetlana's palms pressed together,“I hahv sinned... but do not worry... I plan to make it worse..." she murmured. Between her thighs, her massive horsecock felt heavy, fully erect, its heat radiating against her skin.

"Fahzer... are you ready... to receive... your pehnance?"

"Always, my child," the femboy whispered back.

With a low, guttural moan, she shifted her stance, aligning herself with the opening.

  The thick, veined head of her cock nudged the edge, then pushed through the opening. A soft gasp reached her from the other side, followed by the immediate, wet warmth of a mouth closing around it. She groaned, the hot latex stretching taut across her hips as she thrust forward.

  "Oh, Sister," a muffled voice purred, "this penance... it is quite the burden." She felt a tongue flicking crown of her cockhead, a hand grip that was firm yet tender on her length. Svetlana leaned her head back, "Bearr it... well... Fahzer..." she rasped, her voice thick. "Absolve me... wiss diligence." The muffled sounds of the club faded, replaced by the wet, rhythmic sounds from the other side and her own ragged breaths, the world narrowing to the intense feeling engulfing her horsecock.

  The rhythm from the other side intensified, each stroke driving Svetlana higher. Her breath hitched, small gasps turning into ragged moans that vibrated against the confessional wall. The hot, wet suction around her cock grew tighter, pulling her taut like a bowstring ready to snap. Her hips bucked involuntarily, the latex groaning with the movement under the mounting tension. With a final, shuddering cry, Svetlana's massive cock pulsed violently, she felt the distinct, incredible sensation of the thick, hot cum surging down the length of her massive cock. It shot out in heavy spurts, load after load was driven forth, leaving behind a blissful, trembling void where fullness had been moments before. Her muscles trembled, spent and heavy, the slick latex now clinging to her damp skin. On the other side, the muffled sounds shifted; she heard a contented wet sigh, perhaps, as the last drops were savoured. As Svetlana withdrew her heavy, pulsing cock from the opening, a smear of bright red lipstick marked its glistening head.

Stepping out into the low lights of the club, Svetlana saw the femboy priest smoothing his habit, the front of which was visibly slicked and glistening with tell-tale streaks, a hint of satisfaction in his red-lipped smile as their eyes connected. The wicked glint in his gaze promised their shared sin in the confessional was only the prelude to more.