Sinful Man. Part 6

She cried out as he ran his finger between the lips of her pussy, lightly stirring the soft flesh before entering her. Helena had been raised to believe that self-pleasure was one of the greatest sins. She had never touched herself the way Xavier was touching her now, never probed her insides the way he was.

She stood, completely helpless as violated her, working his fingers in and out of her ripe, adolescent flower. She could feel it, the intrusion of his fingers stimulating her and making her wet. But this wasn't the first time she had felt this, and it was that familiarity that made her sick with dread.

'No! Not again!'

"No! I won't do it! I'll never turn my back on God! I'll never join you!"

While she tried to sound strong, her voice cracked and she whimpered from the undeniable pleasure being felt from him molesting her. His hand was slick with her wetness and she could feel drops running down her inner thighs.

"Are you sure? This is you last chan