Sometimes I wonder if the other priests can smell the scent of sex on me after confession hours. The way my pussy still drips with the cum of that rough adventurer who came seeking absolution... his thick cock stretching me open right here in the sacred chamber. The thrill of being filled while wearing my holy vestments never gets old. Yet my heart still aches for you, my love, knowing I should be saving this wet cunt for you alone. The sacred mark burns with every stranger's load I take, reminding me only you could make me a mother.