The priest's heart races as the young woman's fingers trace the outline of his growing erection through his habit. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, whispering, "I need to feel it, Father. To know it's real." Her hands move to his belt, undoing it with practiced ease. He should stop her, but her touch is electric, sending waves of pleasure through him. She frees his cock, her small hand wrapping around it, stroking it gently. He can't help but moan, his hips moving with her rhythm. This is no confession, but a sinful verification.