Captivating Moments in fat pawgs

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