In the hallowed halls of the ancient church, Saint Agnes knelt in prayer. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her delicate face and small, firm breasts. She was dressed in nothing but a sheer fishnet body stocking, the sacred symbols of her faith tattooed on her skin in intricate detail. Her nipples were erect with the cold, and her mind wandered as she prayed.
She had been having impure thoughts lately, thoughts that she knew were forbidden. She had been dreaming of a man, a man who came to her in the night and brought her to the brink of ecstasy with his touch. She knew she should resist these thoughts, but she couldn’t help herself. She craved the feel of his hands on her body, his lips on hers, his cock inside her.
As she knelt in the dimly lit church, she felt a presence behind her. She knew who it was before she even turned around. It was the man from her dreams, standing there in all his glory. He was tall and muscular, with piercing blue eyes and a devilish grin. He was naked, his cock standing at attention.
“Agnes,” he whispered, his voice like velvet. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
She turned to face him, her heart racing. She knew she should be afraid, but she wasn’t. She was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. She stood up, facing him, and he took a step closer to her.
He reached out and touched her face, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his touch. He leaned in and kissed her, his lips hot and demanding. She responded, her tongue meeting his in a passionate dance.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes. She moaned, her head falling back as he continued to explore her body with his mouth. He reached down and cupped her breasts, his fingers pinching and teasing her nipples through the fishnet.
She gasped as he lowered himself to his knees, his lips finding her nipples. He sucked and bit at them, his hands roaming over her body. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to her.
He slowly kissed his way down her stomach, his tongue tracing the lines of her tattoos. He reached the waistband of her fishnet stocking and pulled it down, revealing her shaved pussy. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
He leaned in and licked her pussy, his tongue parting her lips. She moaned, her hips bucking as he explored her with his tongue. He found her clit and sucked on it, his fingers entering her wet pussy. She cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
He stood up, his cock brushing against her wet pussy. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. He kissed her again, his cock slipping inside her. She moaned, her hips meeting his as he started to thrust.
He fucked her hard, his hips slapping against hers. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her. She moaned, her head falling back as he fucked her.
He reached down and pinched her nipples, his other hand reaching around to her ass. He fingered her ass, his finger sliding in and out of her. She moaned, her hips bucking as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
She came, her pussy clenching around his cock. He continued to thrust, his hips slapping against hers as she came. She cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders as he brought her to the brink again and again.
He came, his cock twitching inside her. She moaned, her pussy milking him dry. He pulled out, his cum dripping down her legs.
They stood there, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He smiled, his fingers tracing her lips.
“Anytime, my dear,” he said. “Anytime.”
