In the hallowed halls of a centuries-old church, the scent of incense and candle wax filled the air. A woman with long, brunette hair, her hair a wild cascade of curls, knelt in a pew, her eyes closed in prayer. She wore a tight-fitting fishnet bodysuit that left little to the imagination, her curves and edges on display. Her lips moved silently as she whispered her intentions to the heavens.
A man, tall and handsome, entered the church, his eyes immediately drawn to the brunette in fishnet. He approached her, his footsteps silent on the stone floor. He knelt beside her, his own prayers mingling with hers.
“I am Father Thomas,” he said, his voice low and soothing.
The brunette opened her eyes, a slow smile spreading across her face. “I’m Sarah,” she said, her voice a husky whisper.
Father Thomas couldn’t help but notice the way Sarah’s eyes sparkled with mischief, the way her lips curved in a knowing smile. He felt a stirring in his loins, a hunger he hadn’t felt in years.
“Sarah,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You should not be here, dressed like that.”
Sarah’s smile widened. “And why not, Father?” she asked, her eyes challenging.
Father Thomas swallowed hard, his throat dry. “Because it is…distracting,” he admitted.
Sarah’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Is that so?” she asked, her voice a purr.
She reached out, her fingers tracing a line down Father Thomas’s chest. He sucked in a breath, his body tensing with desire. Sarah leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.
“I think you like it,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
Father Thomas couldn’t deny it. He did like it. He liked it a lot.
He pulled Sarah to him, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Sarah responded with equal fervor, her tongue dancing with his. Father Thomas’s hands roamed over Sarah’s body, his fingers tracing the lines of her fishnet bodysuit.
He broke the kiss, his lips traveling down Sarah’s neck, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. Sarah moaned, her head falling back. Father Thomas’s hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples through the fishnet.
Sarah’s hands were busy too, her fingers undoing Father Thomas’s pants. He groaned as she wrapped her hand around his cock, her fingers tight around him.
Father Thomas’s mouth found Sarah’s breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple. Sarah arched her back, her moans growing louder.
Father Thomas’s fingers found Sarah’s pussy, wet and ready for him. He stroked her clit, feeling her tremble beneath his touch.
Sarah’s fingers moved faster on Father Thomas’s cock, her grip tight. He groaned, his hips bucking against her hand.
Father Thomas’s fingers slid inside Sarah, his thumb still on her clit. Sarah’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure.
Father Thomas couldn’t take it any longer. He pulled Sarah to him, his cock sliding inside her. Sarah’s moans grew louder, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Father Thomas’s thrusts grew harder, his balls slapping against Sarah’s ass.
Sarah’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure. She screamed as she came, her orgasm rippling through her body.
Father Thomas couldn’t hold back any longer. He came too, his hot cum filling Sarah.
They collapsed together, their bodies spent. Father Thomas looked at Sarah, her hair a wild mess, her body covered in sweat.
“I should not have done that,” he said, his voice hoarse.
Sarah smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “But you did,” she said, her voice a purr.
Father Thomas couldn’t deny it. He had. And he would do it again.
The end.
