The heavy doors of the temple creak shut behind him, sealing him off from the prying eyes of the world outside. The air is thick with the scent of incense and something else, something forbidden. His cock hardens as he remembers the taboo images etched into the ancient walls, the ones he's been trying to repress. He can't help but touch himself, his hand wrapping around his big cock, stroking it in time with his racing heart. He's breaking every rule, but he can't stop. The heat of his body, the slickness of his pre-cum, the illicit thrill of it all - it's too much. He comes hard, his cock pulsing, his cum splattering onto the cold stone floor, a testament to his sin.