In the dimly lit confessional, Miranda sat nervously, her long brunette hair cascading down her shoulders in a messy heap. She wore a tight-fitting fishnet dress that revealed more than it concealed, the fabric hugging her curves and teasing at the flesh beneath.
Father Gabriel, a man of God with a hidden desire for carnal pleasures, listened intently as Miranda whispered her sins through the confessional screen. Her voice was low and sultry, causing his heart to race and his cock to stiffen in his robes.
As she spoke of her wanton desires and her need for release, Father Gabriel knew he had to have her. He summoned all his willpower to resist the temptation, but it was no use. He couldn’t deny the burning passion that consumed him.
“Miranda,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “Come to me. I will hear your confession in person.”
