Behind the Curtain of raging stallion: Unspoken Desires

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