A strapping, uncut man of the cloth finds himself in a predicament. Alone in the sacristy, his mind wanders to forbidden thoughts, his latex-clad body betraying him. As he struggles with his conscience, his cock tents his cassock, aching for release. He can't hold back any longer, and with a muttered 'Forgive me, Father,' he unzips, his thick, hairy dick springing free. He strokes himself, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, desperate grunt, he lets go, his warm, sticky offering pooling on the cold stone floor.