On her knees in oral devotion

"Kneel" you command, and the pretty young acolyte drunkenly slides off your lap, kneeling between your legs. Her thighs and ass flare out nicely as she sits on her heels, hands clasped before her, eyes fixed on your cock.

You silently gesture towards your member, and she opens her dainty mouth and leans forward, small breasts pressed between her arms. Her soft lips wrap around your cockhead, sending a shiver up your spine. She bobs her head up and down, dragging her tongue along the base of your shaft, sending tingling waves through it. The feeling is incredible, and you lean back, revelling in the blowjob.

Eyes closed, she starts to hum, adding yet another layer of sensation to the experience. After a moment you recognize it's a hymn. She's praying while sucking your cock. Or possibly praying to your cock? Whatever the theological specifics are, it's an undeniably fantastic sensation.

She begins to quicken her pace, tongue and lips still clamped tightly around your girth. Her blonde hair bounces as she pushes further and further, until she's deepthroating you. Her focus doesn't waver, even as you start to spasm and twitch at the overwhelming sensation of her expert fellatio. Her hummed hymn has lost cohesion, as she facefucks herself with your cock. Unable to quite take it all the way down, she gently grabs your hand and pulls it to the back of her head.

Taking the hint, you add some pressure to her downward strokes, building up to make sure she can handle it, before giving her head a hard jerk and burying her face into your crotch. You feel her tongue push around your cock and lap at your balls. You let her come up for air, and after a heaving breath she takes you to the hilt again, humming luridly, eyes still closed. You push her down on your cock again, and hold her there as your balls twitch, and you pump a load of cum down her yielding throat. Her eyes flicker open and roll upwards as she gulps repeatedly. You lift her head a couple inches and pull her back down again, as her throat milks your cock. Eventually you let go of her head and she falls back against the wall, heaving a massive breath. Her perky breasts bounce in the chilly air of the cathedral, as her mouth hangs slack, misty tears gathering at the corner of her pretty eyes.

After a moment she recovers, sitting up and placing her hands on your thighs. "Thank you sir." She says mischievously, as she leans forward and gently laps her tongue up and down your softened cock. "Thank you for this blessing. It mustn't be wasted."

All you can do is groan in pleasure as she tends to your spent cock. Eventually you muster the energy to stand and dress yourself in the little wooden booth. Aeri silently follows your lead, though she makes sure to rub herself against you at any opportunity, which slows things down a bit. Finally you swat the slutty acolyte on the ass and make your way out of the confessional, and head back to your room in the descending darkness.