Captivating Passion: vixenp fuck

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