In the dimly lit confessional, Maria knelt before the screen, her heart pounding in her chest. She had been feeling sinful lately, her mind consumed with impure thoughts, especially since she started volunteering at the church. The sight of the young, virile Father Thomas, with his toned physique and piercing blue eyes, had been a constant source of temptation.
Maria confessed her sins to the unseen priest on the other side of the screen, her voice trembling as she revealed her desire for him. She was shocked when she heard a response, a low, sensual voice inviting her to come to the rectory after mass.
As she approached the rectory, Maria’s heart raced. She was met at the door by Father Thomas, who led her to a small, private room. He closed the door behind them, and before Maria could even speak, he was upon her.
His lips were on hers, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed over her body. Maria gasped as she felt his fingers tracing the outline of her nipples, which were straining against the fabric of her blouse.
Father Thomas broke the kiss, his eyes burning with desire as he looked at Maria. “You have been a bad girl, Maria,” he said, his voice low and husky. “And bad girls need to be punished.”
He pushed her down onto the bed, and Maria’s heart skipped a beat as she felt the weight of his body on top of her. He pulled off her blouse, revealing her small, firm breasts, encased in a black lace bra.
Father Thomas leaned down, his tongue flicking out to taste her nipples through the fabric. Maria moaned, her back arching as she felt his hands on her thighs, pulling off her skirt.
