Gentle Seduction: coming of age sex

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