In the quiet of the chapel, Sister Maria kneels, her confession echoing in the empty space. 'Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I've touched myself, again and again.' Her hands, hidden beneath her habit, mimic the motion she's just confessed, a silent, shameful punheta. She imagines the priest's shock, his disapproval, yet her body responds, her nipples hardening, her pussy throbbing. She rubs herself through her habit, her breath coming in short gasps, her climax approaching. She prays for forgiveness, even as she chases her release, her body betraying her, her mind a whirlwind of sinful desire.