Secret Lives in sex on the go

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