The church choir's hymns echo in her mind as she kneels, her confession not of faith but of flesh. The gloryhole separates her from the anonymous cock she craves. She feels it pushing through, throbbing with desire. Her ebony hands wrap around it, guiding it to her waiting mouth. She takes it deep, her lips stretching around its thickness, her tongue tasting its heat. She sucks with abandon, her sins washing away with each bob of her head, until she feels it pulse, and she drinks down the sacred sin, her body trembling with release.