The Secret Journey of my femboy roomate 2

Candlelight flickers through lattice in my femboy roomate 2. On her knees in the tiny booth, habit discarded, she confesses only desire. “Bless me, my femboy roomate 2, 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 my femboy roomate 2, punish me my femboy roomate 2, fuck me my femboy roomate 2!” Sin and pleasure merge until absolution comes—she squirts against holy wood, crying “my femboy roomate 2!” in sacrilegious rapture that fills the empty nave.