Once a week, Sister Maria would make her way to the small confessional booth in the back of St. Peter’s church. She was a woman of devout faith, with long, messy brown hair that she kept tucked under her habit. Her blue eyes sparkled with a sense of purity, and her full lips were usually curled into a gentle smile.
One day, as she knelt in the confessional, she heard a soft voice on the other side of the partition. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” the voice said, and Sister Maria recognized it as that of Father Thomas, the young and handsome parish priest.
She listened as he confessed his sins, her heart racing with a mixture of shock and excitement. She had never heard such things from a man of the cloth before, and she found herself feeling a strange attraction to the voice on the other side of the partition.
As the confession came to an end, Sister Maria found herself unable to move. She knew that what she was about to do was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself. She reached up and pulled the hairpin from her messy bun, letting her long brown hair cascade down her shoulders.
She heard a soft gasp on the other side of the partition, and she knew that Father Thomas had seen her. She stood up and pushed open the door, her heart pounding in her chest.
Father Thomas was a handsome man, with dark hair and piercing green eyes. He was tall and lean, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw. Sister Maria felt a shiver run down her spine as she looked at him, and she knew that she wanted him.
Without a word, she stepped forward and pressed her lips to his, feeling a surge of desire as their tongues met. Father Thomas wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and Sister Maria could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against her thigh.
She reached down and started to undo his pants, her fingers trembling with excitement. Father Thomas helped her, and soon his cock was free, hard and throbbing with need.
Sister Maria dropped to her knees, looking up at Father Thomas with a wicked grin. She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking it gently as she leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth.
Father Thomas let out a soft moan as Sister Maria started to suck, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony as she took him deeper and deeper. She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, and she knew that he was close.
She reached down and started to play with herself, her fingers sliding over her wet pussy as she sucked Father Thomas’s cock. She could feel her own orgasm building, and she knew that she was close.
With a final, desperate moan, Father Thomas came, his hot, sticky cum filling Sister Maria’s mouth. She swallowed it down, savoring the taste as she stood up and looked at him.
“That was wrong,” Father Thomas said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I know,” Sister Maria replied, her voice husky with desire. “But I can’t help how I feel.”
Father Thomas pulled her close, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. “Neither can I,” he said, his hands roaming over her body.
They stumbled towards the altar, their clothes falling away as they went. Father Thomas lifted Sister Maria onto the altar, her legs spread wide as he knelt between them.
He leaned forward and started to lick her pussy, his tongue flicking over her clit as she moaned with pleasure. Sister Maria reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as he licked and sucked.
She could feel her orgasm building, and she knew that it was going to be a good one. She closed her eyes and let herself go, her body shaking with pleasure as she came.
Father Thomas stood up and slid his cock inside her, filling her completely. He started to fuck her, hard and fast, his balls slapping against her ass as she moaned with pleasure.
They changed positions, trying different ones, each one more intense than the last. They fucked on the altar, on the floor, and against the wall. They explored every inch of each other’s bodies, their moans and gasps echoing through
