The brunette woman with long hair and a fishnet outfit walked into the church, her messy hair a testament to her wild side. She had always been drawn to the forbidden, and tonight was no different.
She spotted him in the confessional booth, a man of the cloth who had caught her eye before. She entered the booth, her heart racing with anticipation.
“Forgive me, father, for I have sinned,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of shock and intrigue. “Go on, my child,” he said, trying to maintain his composure.
“I have been having impure thoughts, thoughts of you and I,” she confessed, her hand reaching out to touch his.
He hesitated for a moment, but then he took her hand in his, his thumb tracing circles on her skin. “What kind of thoughts, my child?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I want to feel your body against mine, to taste your lips, to hear you moan with pleasure,” she said, her words spilling out of her like a confession.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck. “And what if I told you that I have been having the same thoughts?” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.
She gasped, her body trembling with desire. He took this as a sign, his hand reaching up to touch her face, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste his thumb.
He groaned, his other hand reaching out to touch her breast, his thumb grazing her nipple through the fishnet material. She arched her back, her body moving closer to his.
He leaned in, his lips crushing against hers, his tongue delving into her mouth. She met his tongue with hers, their lips moving in a passionate dance.
He broke the kiss, his lips moving down to her neck, his teeth nibbling on her earlobe. She moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He moved his hand down, his fingers tracing the outline of her pussy through the fishnet material. She was wet, her juices soaking the material.
He groaned, his fingers moving lower, tearing the fishnet material aside. He touched her clit, his fingers moving in slow circles. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.
He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb still on her clit. She moaned louder, her hips moving in time with his fingers.
He added another finger, his thumb moving faster on her clit. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.
He moved faster, his fingers curling inside her, searching for that spot that would make her scream with pleasure. He found it, his thumb moving faster on her clit.
She screamed, her body trembling with pleasure as she came. He didn’t stop, his fingers moving in and out of her, his thumb still on her clit.
She came again, her body trembling with pleasure. He slowed down, his fingers slipping out of her.
She leaned back, her body still trembling with pleasure. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “I will see you in confession again,” he murmured, his voice filled with promise.
She nodded, her body still trembling with pleasure. She left the confessional booth, her body still trembling with the memory of his touch.
The end.
