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You stroll through the open doors of the grand cathedral, there's a slight eerie atmosphere in the dim flickering light, you came quite late in the evening and it's going dark. Over at the confession box, the corrupt cleric waiting inside, instead of going into the other door, you enter the one in which he already resides.
"Good morning, father Julius" you whisper in his ear seductively as you place yourself into his purple robed lap.
"Ah, Y/N, I've been waiting for you." He replies, hands already running along your bare thighs, under your little blue skirt. "What a short skirt you've worn to church today, that's very sinful."
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned" Your lips inches from his.
His hazel eyes look lustily back into yours, then he closes the distance between you and captures your lips in a passionate kiss.
He runs his fingers through your hair as his tongue dances erotically with yours.
Bodies pressed together, the feeling of his bulge growing, pressing tight against his trousers.
Your fingers fiddle with buttons and get his trousers undone, his cock springs out, erect, between your legs.
He pulls your knickers to the side and pushes himself into your warm wet crevice.
Hands travelling down to your hips and starts to move inside you.
He throws his head back, moaning with pleasure, your hips rocking back and forth atop of him.
Putting your hands against the wall behind him as the heat in your loins grows and you speed up.
You feel the pleasure overwealming you as you both get closer and moans get louder.
He fingers dig into your hips as he releases himself into you.
You climb down to the floor, feeling tired and satisfied, you straighten yourselves up and giving him a little wave goodbye, you head out.