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