Romantic Glimpses: xxx head

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