Unlocking the Untold Secrets of anal feeling

Candlelight flickers through lattice in anal feeling. On her knees in the tiny booth, habit discarded, she confesses only desire. “Bless me, anal feeling, 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 anal feeling, punish me anal feeling, fuck me anal feeling!” Sin and pleasure merge until absolution comes—she squirts against holy wood, crying “anal feeling!” in sacrilegious rapture that fills the empty nave.