In the dimly lit confession booth of a small church in the countryside, Sister Martha, a young nun with long blonde hair and small but perky breasts, knelt before the screen that separated her from the priest. She confessed her sins with a shaky voice, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Father, I have sinned. I have been plagued by impure thoughts and desires. I cannot control myself any longer.”
On the other side of the screen, Father Michael listened intently, his cock growing hard in his robes. He had always had a thing for Sister Martha, with her tight-fitting habit that accentuated her small curves, and her long blonde hair that cascaded down her back.
“Go on, my child,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “Tell me more about these impure thoughts.”
Sister Martha hesitated for a moment, but then she began to describe her fantasies in explicit detail, her voice growing louder and more confident as she spoke. She told him about how she wanted to feel his hands on her body, to taste his lips and tongue, and to feel his cock inside of her.
Father Michael couldn’t take it any longer. He opened the screen and pulled Sister Martha towards him, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. She responded eagerly, her hands reaching down to touch his hard cock through his robes.
He lifted her habit, revealing her small breasts encased in a simple white bra. He bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it through the fabric. Sister Martha moaned with pleasure, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
Father Michael reached down and slipped his hand into Sister Martha’s panties, finding her wet and ready for him. He slipped a finger inside of her, feeling her tight walls clench around him. She moaned louder, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Please, Father, I want more,” she begged, her voice husky with desire.
Father Michael pulled down his robes, revealing his hard cock. Sister Martha’s eyes widened with desire as she took him into her mouth, sucking and licking him with abandon. He groaned with pleasure, his hands reaching down to tangle in her long blonde hair.
But Sister Martha wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside of her. She pulled him towards the altar, bending over and hiking up her habit. Father Michael didn’t need any more encouragement. He positioned himself behind her and entered her in one swift thrust.
They moved together in a rhythm, their moans and gasps filling the small church. Father Michael reached around and touched Sister Martha’s clit, feeling her tighten around him as she reached her peak. He followed shortly after, his cum filling her and spilling out onto the altar.
As they lay there, spent and satisfied, Father Michael couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt. But the pleasure he had felt, the connection he had made with Sister Martha, was too strong to ignore. He knew they would continue to sin, but he didn’t care. For now, he was happy to bask in the afterglow of their illicit encounter.
