In the dimly lit interior of the local church, a young woman with long blonde hair and small, firm breasts knelt before the altar. Her curvaceous figure was draped in a fishnet body stocking, revealing every inch of her porcelain skin beneath. Her blue eyes were closed as she prayed, her full lips moving in silent devotion.
Father Thomas, a man of sixty with a thick mane of silver hair and a grizzled beard, watched her from the shadows. He had always found her alluring, with her long blonde hair and her petite figure. But today, seeing her in the fishnet body stocking, he couldn’t resist the urge to approach her.
He walked up behind her, his footsteps silent on the stone floor. He placed a hand on her shoulder, and she jumped, startled.
“Father Thomas,” she breathed, turning to face him. “I didn’t see you there.”
He smiled, his eyes taking in her small, firm breasts and the way her nipples hardened beneath the fishnet. He could see the wetness glistening between her legs, and he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
“I have been watching you,” he said, his voice low and husky. “You are a beautiful woman, and I have desires that I can no longer ignore.”
She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide with surprise and desire. “But Father, we cannot…”
He silenced her with a finger to her lips. “I know what the Bible says, but I cannot resist the temptation you present. I want to taste every inch of your body, to feel your soft skin beneath my hands.”
She gasped as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to explore hers. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, feeling her small, firm breasts pressed against his chest.
He reached down and slipped a hand beneath the fishnet, caressing her soft, warm skin. She moaned as he cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her erect nipple. He pinched it gently, feeling her body shudder with pleasure.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against him as he continued to caress and pinch her nipples.
“Yes, Father,” she moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his silver hair. “Yes.”
He knelt before her, his hands running down her body to her hips. He pulled her closer, his lips finding her small, firm breasts. He licked and sucked on her nipples, feeling her body tremble with pleasure.
He reached down between her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He stroked her clit, feeling her body shudder with pleasure. She moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders as he continued to stroke and tease her.
He stood up, his lips finding hers once again. She could taste her own desire on his lips, and it only served to heighten her pleasure.
He picked her up, his strong arms lifting her easily. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck as he carried her to the altar.
He laid her down on the soft, velvet cloth that covered it, his body covering hers. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her, and she knew she wanted it inside her.
He entered her slowly, his cock sliding in easily. She gasped as he filled her, her body stretching to accommodate him. He began to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm.
She moaned, her hands gripping the edges of the altar as he continued to thrust. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit once again. He stroked it as he thrust, feeling her body trembling with pleasure.
She cried out as she came, her body shuddering with pleasure. He continued to thrust, his own orgasm building. He groaned as he came, his cock pulsing inside her.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, as their breathing returned to normal.
“I never knew it could be like this,” she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.
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