Unholy Desires in the Sacristy

The sacred texts they've been raised to revere now fuel their lust. Ciriline, her heart pounding, guides her sister's hand to her breast, feeling her nipple harden under the rough fabric. Their bodies press together, hips grinding, as they lose themselves in their taboo dance. The room fills with their moans, a blasphemous chorus that drowns out the sanctified silence.

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