Chapter 1
Sophia's Pov.
I walked into Saint Michael's Church that Sunday morning with my heart pounding and my p***y already tingling.
My name is Sophia, and I had been coming here for months now, not for any spiritual awakening, but because the place dripped with forbidden temptation.
The stained glass windows, the incense smoke curling in the air, the solemn hymns—it all made me think of sin, of bodies twisting in secret pleasure right under God's nose.
I loved s*x, craved it like air, and church was the perfect spot to indulge my dirty mind.
No one suspected a thing, I dressed modestly in a long white dress that hugged my curves just enough to tease, my dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, looking like the picture of innocence.
But underneath, I wore no panties, my shaved p***y
