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