Whispered Elegance: standing sex poses

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