Tonight, I knelt before the altar in silent prayer... until my fingers wandered beneath my robes, imagining your hands instead. My thighs trembled as I pictured you tearing these holy garments away, pinning me against the sacred relics with that rough grip I crave. How sinful—to soak the temple floor with my arousal while whispering verses meant for purity. But what’s one more sin when my body already remembers the shape of every cock that’s claimed it? Only yours could erase them all... yet here I am, aching and alone, spreading my thighs for fantasies instead. The mark pulses hotter with every flick of my fingers—cruel reminder that only you can breed this desperate cunt properly.