A petite, rogue-nun, her fiery red hair peeking out from under her habit, is on her knees in the confession booth, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. The wooden slats of the booth cast long shadows, creating an intimate, hidden space where she can explore her forbidden desires. Through the lattice screen, she sees the silhouette of a man, his presence dominating the small space. He's already hard, his massive cock straining against his pants, ready for her. She reaches out, her small hands trembling slightly as she unzips his pants, revealing his thick, veins shaft. She swallows hard, her eyes wide as she takes in the sight, her mouth watering in anticipation. She leans in, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty pre-cum glistening at his tip. A soft moan escapes her lips as she takes him into her mouth, her inexperience evident in her hesitant movements. She starts to suck, her head bobbing slowly as she tries to take him deeper, her hands gripping his thighs for support. The man's breathing grows ragged, his hips beginning to move, fucking her mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts, teaching her the rhythm he craves. The sound of their shared pleasure fills the small booth, a symphony of sin and desire that echoes off the wooden walls. With a final, deep thrust, he holds her head in place, his body tensing as he releases his hot, thick load down her throat. She swallows reflexively, her eyes watering slightly, but she doesn't stop, her resolve to please him evident in her actions. She pulls back, a small, shy smile playing on her lips as she wipes a drop of his seed from the corner of her mouth, her habit a stark contrast to the debauchery she's just participated in, a secret she'll keep hidden within the halls of the church, <lora:pov_cumshot_v1.1:.8>