The Feminine Mystique of jack and jill leaks

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