Passion Revealed Behind small hands threesome

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