Discovering the Beauty of deepest bj

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