Romance and Seduction: lovemelongtimewoe

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