Tight sweater dress and ripped tights I'm wearing a form-fitting black wool sweater dress that hugs my matte, sweat-glistening skin, clinging to my small tits, wide hips, and bulging ass, stopping mid-thigh to look modest, but short enough to reveal black tights, strategically ripped at the crotch, my pussy, thick lips, soaked, wet dripping, my clit swollen, red, erect, ready for a quick thrust behind the altar, panties off for easy access. My hard, pink nipples peek through a black lace bra, so sensitive that every rub of the wool sends shocks all the way to my pussy. Black ankle boots, seven-centimeter heels, clack on the stone floor, my calves tense, my thick thighs trembling like a slut in heat. My sleek brown hair cascades over my shoulders, strands glued together by sweat, brushing my tits, tickling my burning skin. A silver rosary hangs from my wrist, and my luscious, rose-painted lips moan, "Profane me, Master, " ready to sin beneath the stained glass windows.