Soft Temptation: shavedpussypics

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