A cross necklace dangles between full, heaving breasts as the woman, her eyes closed, whispers her sins. She speaks of forbidden love, of carnal desires that burn hotter than any hellfire. Her hands, delicate and trembling, trace the curves of her body, stopping at the waistband of her skirt. She hesitates, then, with a swift motion, she lifts her skirt, revealing her bare, wet thighs. She confesses, her voice barely above a whisper, as her fingers find their way to her slick folds, her body arching with each sinful word.