The temple's holy silence is shattered by the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh. Molly and her sisters in faith, their eyes wild with carnal hunger, take turns pleasing Bill's divine cock. They worship his length with their mouths, their tongues tracing the veins as they struggle to take him deep. Their hands roam, exploring each other's bodies, their fingernails digging into soft skin. The air is thick with the scent of sex and the taste of sin. They're lost in their taboo dance, their bodies glistening with sweat and juices, their minds a whirlwind of religious guilt and primal lust.