In the hallowed halls of a small church in a sleepy town, a woman with long blonde hair and small, firm breasts often came to pray. She was a vision of purity, with her porcelain skin and delicate features. Her hair cascaded down her back in golden locks, and she often wore a simple white dress that accentuated her slender figure.
One day, as she knelt in front of the altar, she felt a presence behind her. She turned around to see a man with a devilish smirk on his face. He was tall and muscular, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He wore a black leather jacket and tight jeans, and she could see the outline of his hard cock through the fabric.
Without a word, he approached her and pulled her to her feet. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her small breasts and pinching her hard nipples. She gasped as he leaned in to kiss her, his tongue exploring her mouth with expert skill.
He broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes and licking her collarbone. She moaned as he reached her breasts, taking one hard nipple into his mouth and sucking on it greedily.
He continued to explore her body, his hands sliding down her thighs and hiking up her white dress. She wore a pair of black fishnet stockings and a tiny thong that did nothing to hide her arousal.
He hooked his fingers into her thong and pulled it down, revealing her bare pussy. He knelt before her and spread her legs wide, burying his face in her cunt. She cried out as his tongue darted out, licking her clit and plunging into her wet hole.
He stood up and pulled her towards him, kissing her deeply and tasting her juices on her lips. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her belly, and she reached down to stroke it through his jeans.
He growled and pushed her back onto the altar, pulling her legs apart and plunging his cock deep into her pussy. She cried out as he began to fuck her, hard and fast. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.
He reached down and began to play with her clit, rubbing circles around it with his thumb. She could feel herself building towards an orgasm, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
With a final thrust, he pushed her over the edge. She screamed as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock. He followed her over the edge, cumming deep inside her.
As they lay there, panting and spent, she looked up at him with a shy smile. “Will you come back tomorrow?” she asked.
He leaned down and kissed her deeply. “I’ll be here every day, my little nymph,” he said. “I’ll always be here to give you what you need.”
And with that, he was gone, leaving her alone in the church with her thoughts and her desires. She knew she would never be the same again.
