Tales of Romance in i fell in love with a stripper

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