And yet she never judged them harshly, she simply watched, calm and untouched, her thick, fertile body moving through the temple like a living paradox, pure sin wrapped in white robes, radiating heat she refused to acknowledge.
"So you're saying, even if you see a hard dick, it does nothing to you?" I asked, leaning forward slightly, eyes locked on hers.
"Yes, it's just flesh," Grace replied calmly, her voice steady and composed. "Why does it have to mean something?" She said it like a proper saint, serene and enlightened, but I could see how she'd changed since she first noticed my bulge.
Her breathing had quickened just a fraction, her chest rising and falling a little faster under the thin white robe, nipples thickening visibly against the fabric, thighs shifting almost imperceptibly beneath her crossed legs.
