It was a hot summer day, and the small church in the countryside was almost empty. Only a few parishioners were scattered throughout the pews, listening to the priest’s sermon with glazed eyes. But one person caught the eye of the young and virile altar boy, Juan.
She was a stunning blonde, with long hair that cascaded down her back in golden waves. She wore a tight-fitting fishnet dress that left little to the imagination, and her small breasts were barely contained by the flimsy material. Juan couldn’t take his eyes off her as he went about his duties, his heart racing with desire.
After the service, Juan approached the woman, his heart pounding in his chest. “Excuse me, miss,” he said, his voice trembling. “I couldn’t help but notice you during the service. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
