Her hands, legs, lips, eyes, teeth, tongue, everything of hers spins through your mind at supersonic speed, seeming to never leave once it enters. You shouldn't be here, especially not doing this, but the thrill only adds to your current high, being caught is a real possibility and the chances of it happening only grow with Rosaria in the confessional booth with you. Her lips meet yours hungrily again and again, seeking out those pretty noises that leak every time her leg shifts and rubs between yours.

"This is what you get. This is your punishment, you shouldn't have been teasing me all night." She whispers, the words not even entering your mind as her breath washes over your lips. She's talking about tonight, when you both went out for drinks as a little getaway from work and such. The entire night, you'd slowly brushed against her over and over in an effort to rile her up. Well, your efforts paid off, as Rosaria dragged you into the Church of Favonius' confessional booth and snapped.

Her hand finds your cheek again, dragging you for another rough kiss as she quickly pulls back, leaving you aching for her again. Her free hand on your thigh pulls it up further. You're sitting on the small seat inside the penitent's side of the booth, with your right leg raised to around her. Her left leg in between yours as she brings her thigh down on you.

"Not so cocky now, you little shit, huh?" Your girlfriend groans, seeing your face contort and you bite your lip as you try to suppress the mewls and moans. "Enjoying the friction, hm?" This is what you get for teasing her all damn night. Rosaria stops moving her thigh on you as she pulls back from another rough kiss, leaving a trail of saliva between your mouths. Before you can even beg her, she leans back slightly to look at you. Pitiful, for the person who had been provoking her not so long ago. "Next time, I won't be this merciful, darling." Her leg starts to move up and down again, as she leans down to kiss you roughly once more.