In the dimly lit chamber of the old cathedral, a woman knelt before the altar. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back in golden waves, contrasting with the dark fabric of her fishnet dress. Her small breasts were exposed through the holes of the intricate material, nipples hardened by the cool air of the sanctuary. She closed her eyes and whispered a prayer, her lips moving soundlessly.
A figure emerged from the shadows, a tall man with a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes. He approached the woman, his footsteps echoing through the vast space. He wore a long black coat, the collar turned up, hiding his face in shadows.
“Praying for forgiveness, my dear?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
The woman opened her eyes and looked up at him. “Always,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
The man knelt down beside her, their bodies close but not touching. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “You know I can’t give you that,” he said, his voice filled with regret.
The woman leaned into his touch, her eyes filled with longing. “I know,” she said, her voice trembling.
The man leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, their breaths mingling in the still air. He ran his hands over her body, feeling the softness of her skin beneath the fishnet fabric. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.
He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, nipping and licking at her sensitive skin. The woman arched her back, her breath coming in short gasps. He reached down and pulled up her dress, exposing her bare thighs. He ran his fingers over the soft skin, feeling her tremble beneath his touch.
The man hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them down, revealing her bare pussy. He leaned in and pressed his lips to her clit, his tongue darting out to taste her. The woman moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth.
He slid a finger inside her, feeling her warmth and wetness. He added a second finger, curling them upward to hit her G-spot. The woman moaned louder, her hands gripping the edge of the altar.
The man stood up and unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock. He stroked it a few times, watching as the woman’s eyes followed his movements. He stepped forward, positioning himself at her entrance.
He thrust into her, filling her completely. The woman cried out, her hips meeting his thrusts. He gripped her hips, pulling her back onto his cock. He pounded into her, their bodies slapping together in the still air.
The woman moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Yes, yes, harder,” she begged.
The man complied, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. He reached down and rubbed her clit, feeling her tighten around him. The woman moaned louder, her body shaking as she came.
The man followed quickly after, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his cum. He pulled out, his cum spilling out of her.
The woman collapsed onto the altar, her breath coming in short gasps. The man knelt down beside her, his hand resting on her thigh.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice filled with regret.
The woman looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. “I’m not,” she replied, her voice filled with longing.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined in the dimly lit chamber of the old cathedral. The whispers of their love echoing through the vast space.
