The weight of their religious upbringing hangs heavy in the air, but so does the scent of their arousal. They begin tentatively, fingers tracing the outlines of their desire through thin fabric. As the tension builds, they grow bolder, hands moving in a dance of forbidden pleasure. The room fills with the soft sounds of their pleasure, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. In the end, they come together, their forbidden love etched on their flushed faces.