Throating Desire: Unholy Ecstasy in the Raiment

In the hushed confines of the raiment store, a woman's whispered prayers turn to wanton desires. She finds herself alone with a man, their bodies pressed together, the cool fabric of the raiment rustling with their movements. She can feel his hardness against her, and she knows what she wants. She wants to sin, to taste him, to feel him in her mouth. She takes him out, her fingers tracing the length of him before she leans in, her tongue flicking out to taste the tip. She takes him in, her eyes closed, her mouth filled with him, and she begins to move, her head bobbing up and down, her hands gripping his hips, pulling him in, deeper, harder, until they both find their release in this holy, unholy dance.

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