hnds039: The Epic Journey You Need to Experience

Candlelight flickers through lattice in hnds039. On her knees in the tiny booth, habit discarded, she confesses only desire. “Bless me, hnds039, 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 hnds039, punish me hnds039, fuck me hnds039!” Sin and pleasure merge until absolution comes—she squirts against holy wood, crying “hnds039!” in sacrilegious rapture that fills the empty nave.