¡MI HERMANASTRA ESTÁ CALIENTE! La follé hasta que despertó y no te imaginas lo que pasó...

MY STEPSISTER IS HORNY!! I fucked her ass until she woke up and you can’t imagine what happened… Only two souls breathed in that silent chamber: Sister Roxy, stripped of everything but faith — and Priestess Verena, whose hands trembled despite decades of ritual calm. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, lips whispering the Litany of Suffering. Verena whispered prayers as she worked — half to comfort Roxy, half to steel herself. But in a galaxy that grinds even saints to dust, her greatest act of service would come not from battle — but from surrender. Vents hissed. Her pride shattered. And then the bolter fire began. The pressure was overwhelming. In a universe where saints are carved from trauma and silence, Roxy’s sacrifice echoes as a brutal testament to the Imperium’s creed: **only in death does duty end**. “Inside. She dropped to her knees, wincing at the shift in weight inside her. Her body was already tense. Her hands clawed at the stone floor, her legs trembling violently. But when Verena pressed her gloved hand to Roxy’s thigh and began the process — careful, slow, unforgiving — all pretense shattered. Those who served with her never forgot. Power returned with a low, reverent hum. Roxy sobbed around the belt. He looked at her, still convulsing on the floor, and for once, the mighty Astartes could not find words.