In the dimly lit confession booth of St. Andrew’s church, long-haired brunette Marianne knelt, hands folded in prayer. Her heart raced, her chest heaving as she confessed her sins, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” she murmured, messy hair cascading down her shoulders. “It’s been weeks since my last confession.”
The unseen priest listened intently, his voice a gentle rumble behind the partition. “Tell me your sins, my child.”
Marianne hesitated, biting her lip. “I’ve been having impure thoughts, Father… about a man who isn’t my husband.”
The priest urged her to continue, and she revealed her desire for the charming stranger she’d met at a café. Her confession grew bolder, her words filled with longing.
Inspired by her honesty, the priest revealed himself as the man she’d been fantasizing about. Gasping, Marianne found herself unable to resist his advances.
The partition between them fell away, and they found themselves face to face. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their bodies entwined in a forbidden dance.
Father’s hands roamed over Marianne’s curves, his fingers tracing the lines of her fishnet-clad legs. Her breath hitched as he lifted her skirt, revealing her lack of underwear.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Marianne,” he murmured, nibbling her earlobe.
“Yes, Father,” she whimpered, her hands reaching for his belt.
With her help, his cock sprang free, hard and ready. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking gently as his mouth found her nipples.
“Oh, Father,” she moaned, her head thrown back in pleasure.
He knelt before her, his tongue darting out to taste her pussy. She cried out, gripping his shoulders as he licked and sucked, his fingers teasing her clit.
“Please, Father,” she begged, her hips bucking. “I need you inside me.”
He stood, guiding his cock to her entrance. With one thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely.
“Yes, Father!” she cried, her nails digging into his back.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. His thrusts grew harder, faster, until they were both crying out in ecstasy.
“Oh, Father!” Marianne moaned, her pussy clenching around him as she came.
With one final thrust, he followed her over the edge, his cum filling her.
Breathless, they collapsed against each other, their bodies spent.
“I will pray for forgiveness, Father,” Marianne whispered, her fingers tracing his lips.
He smiled, his eyes filled with sinful desire. “And I will sin with you again, my love.”
