Behind the Curtain of big tits blue hair: Stories Unfolded

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