Intimate Beauty: hand job scene

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