The bishop's uniform, a symbol of his piety, becomes a source of friction as he sits in his office, surrounded by religious texts. His mind wanders, thoughts filled with the forbidden fruits of his flock. He unzips his pants, freeing his hard cock, and begins to stroke, his rhythm steady and purposeful. He reaches into his desk drawer, pulling out a small, discreet toy. With a lube-slicked finger, he pushes it into his ass, gasping at the sudden fullness. He fucks himself with the toy, his other hand working his cock, until he's on the brink. With a final, desperate thrust, he comes undone, cum spurting onto his uniform, a stark contrast to the purity it once represented.