Behind the Curtain of alliecat belly: Hidden Connections

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