Night enveloped the ancient temple, candlelight flickering in the tranquil meditation room. I, a lonely married woman, was drawn to the abbot of this temple—a robust and handsome young monk—because my husband was often away. He wore a robe, yet it couldn't conceal the bulging muscles beneath. Tonight, under the pretext of giving a sermon, he led me into the inner room. The moment the door closed, his strong arms encircled my waist, his burning lips pressed against my neck, his deep voice seductive: "Female benefactor, this humble monk will consecrate you." I hesitated, but he had already torn open my kimono, revealing my large, snow-white breasts. His rough hands kneaded my breasts, his fingertips teasing my erect nipples, sending shivers down my spine. He pressed me onto the prayer mat, and his thick, hard penis plunged into my wet, throbbing vagina without warning, thrusting violently. Each thrust hit my G-spot, the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh mingling with my moans echoing in the Buddhist hall. He shifted positions, pounding into me from behind, his scrotum slapping against my buttocks, juices splattering everywhere. I was completely lost in this forbidden pleasure, letting him fuck me wildly until his hot semen shot deep into my womb, only then did I collapse into his arms, savoring this decadent night.
