Mother and son's forbidden Fruit

The small chapel is filled with the scent of incense and the soft murmurs of the congregation, but one woman's mind is far from the sermon. Sitting in the front pew, she clutches her rosary beads tightly, her knuckles white, as she fights to keep her thoughts pure. Yet, her body betrays her, her nipples hardening under her modest dress, her pussy throbbing with a hunger she's never been able to satisfy. She can't help but imagine the priest's strong hands on her body, his voice commanding her to confess her sins as he plunges into her, giving her the release she so desperately craves.

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