if there's one thing that beau has a small sense of pride over when it comes to catholicism, it's that they haven't changed their way of dressing in seemingly forever, thus he knows his way around every inch of the traditional wear of a habit. in the moments before, he's helped her remove the less fun parts - the shorts, the horribly modest underwear, leaving her in only the the upper parts of her uniform. parts that soon will be soiled with sin.
soon, acretia is on the floor, because what better place? her back pressed against the tile, his fingers tracing up the inner swathe of her left leg to push the fabric of her holy gown up, up until it pins loosely there at her hips. "lift your legs," he commands in a tone quiet, but no less authoritative, as he hovers over her, slowly getting down not to his knees, but his belly, where she can still see that white glean of his clerical collar clearly. he wants her to know this is filthy. regardless of their true alignment with the church, baseline, this is wrong.
as her body fulfills his order, one of his hands lays against the underside of her thigh, pressing it towards her center more as his visage dips inward, wasting no time in frivolity or pretending he doesn't know what he's doing. tongue laves out, running along her exposed slit from bottom to top, dipping inward between the folds of soft skin to find the bundle of nerves he seeks.
lips come together around her clit, suckling lightly before his tongue flats against her core and draws upwards again, that free hand taking not one, but two of those long fingers and slipping them into her entry curling upwards as dark gaze focuses up onto her visage.
@mkoshi sent from here : 9. m/f (nsfw gif meme — beau / acretia)