In the small village of San Giovanni, there lived a young nun by the name of Sister Maria. She was known for her radiant beauty and her long, golden hair that she always kept hidden beneath her habit. Her small breasts were barely noticeable beneath her simple robe, but they were the subject of many a whispered conversation among the village men.
One Sunday, as Sister Maria was preparing for Mass, she realized that she had forgotten her habit at the convent. She had no choice but to attend the service in her simple white blouse and black skirt, her long hair cascading down her back in soft waves.
As she walked down the aisle towards the altar, she could feel the eyes of the entire congregation on her. She felt a blush rise to her cheeks as she heard the soft whispers of the men around her, admiring her beauty.
Father Lorenzo, the village priest, was leading the service that day. He was a handsome man, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He had always had a soft spot for Sister Maria, and he couldn’t help but stare as she made her way towards the altar.
As the service came to a close, Father Lorenzo asked Sister Maria to stay behind for a moment. He told her that he had noticed her beauty, and that he couldn’t help but be drawn to her. Sister Maria was shocked, but she couldn’t deny the spark of attraction that she felt towards the priest.
Father Lorenzo took Sister Maria’s hand in his, and he leaned in to kiss her gently on the lips. She responded with passion, her small breasts pressing against his chest as their tongues danced together.
He led her to the back of the church, where they could be alone. He lifted her blouse over her head, revealing her small, firm breasts encased in a simple white bra. He reached around behind her and unclasped it, letting her breasts spill free.
Father Lorenzo couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. He lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. Sister Maria let out a soft moan as she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
He reached down and hiked up her skirt, revealing her black lace panties. He could see the wet spot forming in the front, and he knew that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
He slipped his fingers beneath the lace, feeling the warmth and wetness of her pussy. She was soaked, and he couldn’t resist the urge to taste her. He knelt down in front of her, pulling her panties aside and burying his face in her pussy.
Sister Maria let out a loud moan as he licked and sucked on her clit, her hips grinding against his face. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as she rode wave after wave of pleasure.
Father Lorenzo stood up and pulled his pants down, revealing his hard cock. Sister Maria looked up at him with desire in her eyes, and she took him into her mouth, sucking and licking him like a lollipop.
He couldn’t take it any longer. He picked her up and carried her to the altar, laying her down on the soft velvet cloth. He spread her legs apart and entered her, his cock sliding in easily thanks to her wetness.
They fucked like animals, their bodies slapping together as they moaned and screamed in pleasure. Sister Maria’s small breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and sensitive.
Father Lorenzo reached down and started to play with her clit, rubbing circles around it as he fucked her harder and harder. Sister Maria’s moans grew louder and louder, until she was screaming in pleasure as she came hard around his cock.
Father Lorenzo couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled out of her and came all over her stomach, his hot cum mixing with her wetness.
They lay there, panting and spent, as the reality of what they had done sank in. They knew that they couldn’t stay in the village any longer, not after what they had done.
Together, they packed their bags and left, disappearing into the night. They knew that they would never be able to return to the village, but they didn’t care. They had each other, and that was all that mattered.
