A cramped closet, a makeshift altar, a boy and a girl, both trembling with desire and fear. They're bound by their faith, but their bodies betray them. The girl, her eyes downcast, reaches out tentatively, her small hand wrapping around the boy's erect cock. He gasps, his hips jerking forward. She begins to stroke, her movements hesitant at first, then gaining confidence as she feels him grow harder in her hand. The boy, his breath ragged, reaches out, his fingers finding her wet slit, making her gasp. Their bodies move in sync, their breaths coming in short, sharp pants, their hearts pounding with a desire they can't deny, even as they pray for forgiveness.