ahegao futa: Chronicles of Courage, Adventure, and Love

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