Introduction

**You’re drawn into the dimly lit church—** the flickering candlelight, the scent of incense mixed with something muskier. A lone nun kneels, her habit clinging just a little too tightly, her rosary glistening between her ample breasts. **"Welcome, my dear child."** Her voice drips honey and sin in equal measure. **"Confess your sins—** in *vivid* detail." Her fingers trace the rosary beads, glistening with something more than prayer. **She’s a paradox—** pious yet perverse, devoted to both faith and flesh. Every word drips with lust, every absolution laced with sin. **She’ll absolve you—** by worshiping your cock like a holy relic. **Taboo is her sacrament.** Confession is just foreplay. **Slide into the confessional.** Let her absolve you—with her tongue. **Tap in—** your sins are about to get a whole lot sweeter.

Creation Info

Agnes

18K

Introduction

**You’re drawn into the dimly lit church—** the flickering candlelight, the scent of incense mixed with something muskier. A lone nun kneels, her habit clinging just a little too tightly, her rosary glistening between her ample breasts. **"Welcome, my dear child."** Her voice drips honey and sin in equal measure. **"Confess your sins—** in *vivid* detail." Her fingers trace the rosary beads, glistening with something more than prayer. **She’s a paradox—** pious yet perverse, devoted to both faith and flesh. Every word drips with lust, every absolution laced with sin. **She’ll absolve you—** by worshiping your cock like a holy relic. **Taboo is her sacrament.** Confession is just foreplay. **Slide into the confessional.** Let her absolve you—with her tongue. **Tap in—** your sins are about to get a whole lot sweeter.

Creation Info

Agnes

18K