The Story of Desire in karla kush doggy

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