Melissa, a stunning blonde with long hair, small breasts, and a body that could make any man’s heart race, walked into the empty church. She wore a tight-fitting fishnet dress that revealed her naked figure underneath. Her nipples were hard, and her pussy was already wet with anticipation.
She had been fantasizing about this moment for weeks. She wanted to feel the thrill of being naked and exposed in a place where she shouldn’t be. She wanted to feel the danger of being caught and the excitement of being fucked in a place that was meant to be holy.
Melissa walked down the aisle, her heels clicking against the stone floor. She reached the altar and knelt down, her legs spread open just enough to give a glimpse of her wet pussy. She closed her eyes and began to touch herself, her fingers tracing circles around her clit.
From the back of the church, she heard footsteps. She opened her eyes and saw him, a tall, dark-haired man with piercing blue eyes and a body that was sculpted to perfection. He was wearing a suit, and he looked like he belonged in this church.
But she knew better.
