Behind the Desire: men with penises

Candlelight flickers through lattice in men with penises. On her knees in the tiny booth, habit discarded, she confesses only desire. “Bless me, men with penises, for I am wet,” she moans, fingers already circling under the robe. The wooden kneeler creaks as she spreads wide, thrusting deep, voice echoing “Forgive me men with penises, punish me men with penises, fuck me men with penises!” Sin and pleasure merge until absolution comes—she squirts against holy wood, crying “men with penises!” in sacrilegious rapture that fills the empty nave.