It was a quiet Sunday morning when Emily entered the empty church. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she wore a tight-fitting fishnet top, exposing her small, perky breasts. The only sound was the echo of her heels against the marble floor.
As she approached the altar, she felt a sudden urge to confess her sins. She dropped to her knees and bowed her head, whispering her secrets to the heavens.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Startled, she looked up to see the church’s new handyman, Jack. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw. His eyes were fixed on her exposed cleavage, and Emily could feel her heart racing.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Jack said, his voice deep and husky. “I was just passing by and saw you.”
Emily stood up, her body trembling with desire. She looked into Jack’s eyes and saw the hunger in them. Without a word, she reached out and touched his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt.
Jack pulled her close, their bodies pressed together. He leaned in and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. Emily responded eagerly, her hands running through his hair.
Jack’s hands roamed over Emily’s body, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She moaned with pleasure, her body on fire.
Jack picked Emily up and lay her down on the altar, his body between her legs. He licked and nibbled her neck, causing her to gasp with pleasure.
Emily reached down and unzipped Jack’s pants, freeing his hard cock. She stroked it, feeling its length and girth. Jack moaned, his hips thrusting forward.
