quivering, wet, burning flesh is His, His body—
She stops herself from climaxing. O, the agony. Her inner muscles flex, this sanctuary, aching. Inside. Oh if she could only put something inside.
She turns her attention to her breasts and bucks her hips seductively as she fondles them. The Holy Spirit should take her. This higher purpose fills her with ecstasy, her eyes roll back and her vision dims with the knowledge of the Divine. So close, so close—
Another denial—
She goes half mad with the corporeal blaze in her aching breasts, vestal sanctuary, fingers, tongue. Lying on the stairs to the altar her juices stain the wooden steps. A heaving body and a perfectly unsullied pussy. So close. She needs the whole thing inside of her and she won’t get it. So close.