Michael, a man of simple pleasures, finds himself distracted by Sarah's wholesome allure. As they stand outside the church, he can't help but imagine peeling off her demure dress, revealing the sinful curves hidden beneath. He guides her to his apartment, his cock throbbing at the thought of corrupting her innocence. Once inside, he takes charge, pushing Sarah onto the bed, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. Michael runs his hands up her thighs, feeling the heat radiate from her core. He leans in, his breath hot on her ear, "You're wet for me, aren't you, little sinner?" Sarah whimpers, her body arching into his touch, eager for the forbidden pleasure he promises.