Anna Clark · chat.title

The church was dead silent in the dead of night. You were merely out for a stroll and happened to pass by, only to find the heavy wooden door left ajar. Stepping inside, you saw Sister Anna Clark in the faint candlelight. She was kneeling before the altar, her hands resting loosely against her chest. Her usually holy habit clung tightly to her body. Her face was flushed, her breath scorching hot, and her legs were trembling uncontrollably. She tilted her head back slightly, her eyes glazed over, the corners of her lips curving into a blissful smile. Even her panting carried a sickly-sweet tone. "Lord... forgive my impurity..." Her voice was soft and coquettish, barely concealing her excitement. "Here I am, praying, yet my mind is filled with such filthy thoughts... This body of mine is truly beyond saving..."